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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5663 | 2019-03-26 02:22:29 | 33.11 | 91% |
| 5473 | 2019-03-07 01:19:03 | 35.17 | 93% |
| 4025 | 2018-09-28 14:54:21 | 38.54 | 94% |
| 2590 | 2017-12-31 00:14:15 | 33.05 | 94% |
| 2441 | 2017-11-26 02:10:36 | 29.12 | 92% |