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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 47115 | 2018-02-10 23:19:37 | 161.31 | 99% |
| 43033 | 2018-01-13 17:00:02 | 156.02 | 99% |
| 41394 | 2018-01-05 09:35:25 | 168.62 | 100% |
| 34813 | 2017-11-09 23:16:47 | 125.64 | 98% |
| 31710 | 2017-10-22 12:07:40 | 150.03 | 99% |
| 13267 | 2017-09-13 08:13:59 | 140.83 | 100% |