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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14384 | 2019-06-04 21:05:42 | 127.87 | 98% |
| 10413 | 2017-11-27 21:30:13 | 135.75 | 98% |
| 9295 | 2017-11-18 16:08:05 | 156.30 | 99% |
| 4041 | 2017-10-19 16:25:31 | 128.05 | 98% |
| 498 | 2017-07-09 17:04:32 | 145.97 | 100% |
| 150 | 2017-07-08 14:51:35 | 119.24 | 98% |