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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23637 | 2021-05-02 00:00:45 | 123.90 | 98% |
| 21415 | 2020-09-08 21:43:52 | 106.56 | 99% |
| 18962 | 2017-05-11 04:10:07 | 94.28 | 89% |
| 18896 | 2017-05-05 00:32:09 | 87.61 | 89% |
| 17182 | 2017-02-24 02:09:44 | 98.61 | 93% |