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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19287 | 2017-08-24 15:18:01 | 77.20 | 98% |
| 13867 | 2017-05-13 03:10:28 | 66.68 | 89% |
| 12801 | 2017-04-24 02:51:46 | 68.70 | 91% |
| 12186 | 2017-04-12 12:52:08 | 72.87 | 92% |
| 11870 | 2017-04-08 15:17:09 | 64.90 | 87% |
| 11629 | 2017-04-07 03:09:28 | 82.74 | 95% |
| 11446 | 2017-04-04 12:07:40 | 85.86 | 96% |
| 9594 | 2017-02-19 11:44:38 | 53.29 | 80% |
| 7938 | 2017-01-25 13:12:07 | 78.97 | 94% |