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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5197 | 2017-10-04 03:03:27 | 134.52 | 98% |
| 5056 | 2017-10-02 04:51:08 | 163.73 | 99% |
| 4094 | 2017-09-21 14:57:00 | 136.18 | 98% |
| 1082 | 2017-08-01 08:06:27 | 140.04 | 99% |