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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5138 | 2018-07-25 21:21:00 | 89.24 | 98% |
| 4278 | 2018-03-29 19:19:45 | 93.15 | 98% |
| 2409 | 2017-06-28 22:46:33 | 83.83 | 97% |
| 1989 | 2017-06-22 22:58:06 | 89.85 | 97% |
| 1853 | 2017-06-19 00:34:49 | 82.59 | 97% |
| 1460 | 2017-06-14 19:02:59 | 86.39 | 98% |
| 1080 | 2017-06-09 22:49:22 | 90.15 | 98% |