Without a queen the locust swarm turned the ground to black. Descending like a shadowy tower on a fish's back and scattered the sticks who crawled like snakes in the sand as the red clay took the form of a lizard who rushed like a moth to the flame of my open hand.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7237 | 2018-12-13 01:26:19 | 105.93 | 98% |
| 6777 | 2018-11-26 03:46:20 | 97.70 | 97% |
| 4523 | 2018-04-26 16:08:28 | 96.39 | 98% |
| 4272 | 2018-04-09 22:13:03 | 95.20 | 99% |
| 2114 | 2017-05-20 16:20:54 | 82.11 | 93% |