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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11208 | 2019-07-14 19:00:52 | 80.31 | 96% |
| 10940 | 2019-06-17 01:08:24 | 83.00 | 96% |
| 8780 | 2019-02-14 22:33:24 | 87.89 | 95% |
| 4825 | 2018-06-02 17:53:24 | 76.73 | 95% |
| 397 | 2017-11-25 01:16:43 | 73.87 | 95% |