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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5117 | 2021-02-16 15:34:29 | 64.06 | 96% |
| 4912 | 2021-02-13 21:05:31 | 60.01 | 93.7% |
| 3413 | 2017-06-25 18:48:46 | 54.03 | 96% |
| 2647 | 2017-04-02 02:14:35 | 49.86 | 91% |
| 2626 | 2017-04-01 22:23:42 | 48.97 | 90% |
| 2056 | 2017-03-22 22:34:02 | 51.95 | 94% |