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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13671 | 2021-07-25 12:42:17 | 96.12 | 96% |
| 11964 | 2020-09-26 09:03:44 | 102.94 | 96% |
| 5452 | 2017-10-02 15:35:37 | 67.25 | 92% |
| 3668 | 2017-06-15 10:22:49 | 79.83 | 95% |
| 3574 | 2017-06-10 20:25:40 | 89.40 | 97% |