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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20912 | 2019-12-31 12:55:12 | 126.99 | 98% |
| 5801 | 2017-11-10 18:22:40 | 87.08 | 95% |
| 4217 | 2017-10-28 15:21:14 | 103.99 | 97% |
| 2482 | 2017-10-22 13:28:26 | 91.52 | 97% |
| 971 | 2017-09-15 18:05:52 | 81.26 | 97% |