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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 38963 | 2018-10-20 03:34:39 | 105.46 | 97% |
| 33815 | 2018-09-04 15:03:35 | 138.91 | 97% |
| 33219 | 2018-08-21 15:00:18 | 125.89 | 99% |
| 30717 | 2018-07-24 20:40:45 | 141.02 | 99% |
| 10501 | 2017-12-30 03:06:37 | 99.62 | 98% |