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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14831 | 2017-09-17 01:42:57 | 144.80 | 99% |
| 12925 | 2017-05-28 06:43:13 | 147.76 | 99% |
| 12422 | 2017-05-20 10:29:11 | 127.52 | 96% |
| 12270 | 2017-05-19 02:40:37 | 144.37 | 99% |
| 12237 | 2017-05-18 13:37:49 | 137.13 | 99% |
| 9484 | 2017-04-13 14:35:44 | 130.90 | 100% |
| 9126 | 2017-04-09 05:14:39 | 126.83 | 94% |
| 8981 | 2017-04-07 05:45:41 | 125.13 | 96% |