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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 102147 | 2017-08-24 10:37:51 | 166.19 | 99% |
| 102146 | 2017-08-24 10:06:28 | 140.04 | 99% |
| 98744 | 2017-04-25 19:41:42 | 108.05 | 86% |
| 98294 | 2017-04-23 03:10:41 | 129.62 | 97% |
| 98085 | 2017-04-22 14:08:46 | 110.27 | 93% |
| 97608 | 2017-04-21 21:41:40 | 105.63 | 88% |
| 97600 | 2017-04-21 21:34:15 | 124.42 | 95% |
| 97209 | 2017-04-21 12:00:39 | 96.03 | 87% |