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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19394 | 2020-11-04 23:02:04 | 93.31 | 97% |
| 17056 | 2020-09-11 23:53:52 | 95.10 | 98% |
| 16782 | 2020-09-04 22:03:04 | 94.31 | 98% |
| 15976 | 2020-08-22 00:33:26 | 95.42 | 98% |
| 10843 | 2020-03-22 12:58:51 | 84.16 | 97% |
| 8081 | 2020-02-08 12:34:20 | 74.83 | 96% |
| 6844 | 2020-01-28 23:05:05 | 84.10 | 98% |
| 5912 | 2020-01-17 21:54:36 | 75.36 | 97% |