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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9613 | 2021-02-17 12:28:17 | 81.87 | 99.3% |
| 5637 | 2019-10-25 16:08:48 | 74.41 | 99% |
| 4395 | 2018-10-25 23:35:48 | 76.05 | 99% |
| 3434 | 2018-09-21 21:56:26 | 71.69 | 100% |
| 2959 | 2018-03-02 03:38:20 | 66.32 | 98% |
| 2918 | 2018-02-24 20:41:59 | 67.26 | 99% |
| 2268 | 2017-12-20 10:23:08 | 65.38 | 98% |