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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13928 | 2018-09-18 14:13:54 | 129.26 | 96% |
| 9117 | 2018-01-29 22:05:38 | 150.49 | 97% |
| 7007 | 2017-12-14 17:11:20 | 155.13 | 98% |
| 6911 | 2017-12-12 14:58:11 | 145.95 | 97% |
| 6596 | 2017-12-05 18:16:57 | 132.19 | 96% |
| 3439 | 2017-09-25 19:44:18 | 161.64 | 98% |
| 2718 | 2017-09-15 20:35:09 | 153.79 | 98% |