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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4180 | 2017-07-19 23:04:34 | 52.00 | 95% |
| 3503 | 2017-06-27 21:40:12 | 45.45 | 95% |
| 2039 | 2017-05-31 23:42:53 | 48.58 | 95% |
| 1361 | 2017-05-23 13:52:01 | 48.91 | 88% |
| 1205 | 2017-05-19 19:27:10 | 36.31 | 90% |
| 783 | 2017-05-12 19:27:49 | 40.17 | 92% |
| 259 | 2017-05-03 21:04:16 | 39.85 | 88% |