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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9897 | 2019-01-31 10:29:44 | 69.68 | 98% |
| 9808 | 2019-01-31 08:49:30 | 73.45 | 98% |
| 8643 | 2018-10-23 17:04:01 | 69.28 | 97% |
| 8172 | 2018-10-06 08:12:49 | 71.45 | 97% |
| 7684 | 2018-09-23 11:38:15 | 78.25 | 99% |
| 6909 | 2018-09-11 15:09:06 | 70.94 | 98% |
| 5559 | 2017-07-11 13:49:16 | 68.77 | 99% |