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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4560 | 2019-09-24 19:49:53 | 155.53 | 98% |
| 3533 | 2018-05-29 17:08:31 | 171.78 | 99% |
| 2688 | 2018-02-27 13:08:46 | 158.91 | 98% |
| 2353 | 2018-01-16 09:38:30 | 149.79 | 98% |
| 1437 | 2017-10-07 06:47:36 | 135.79 | 96% |
| 867 | 2017-09-06 22:04:10 | 112.79 | 97% |