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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8780 | 2017-07-25 09:15:22 | 79.35 | 96% |
| 8309 | 2017-07-22 08:39:42 | 95.96 | 98% |
| 7966 | 2017-07-20 17:23:07 | 101.45 | 99% |
| 5491 | 2017-06-14 07:24:56 | 99.14 | 99% |
| 3192 | 2017-05-04 08:49:22 | 85.78 | 97% |
| 2689 | 2017-04-24 11:00:57 | 76.30 | 95% |
| 1460 | 2017-03-15 11:20:45 | 62.92 | 89% |
| 800 | 2017-03-10 09:49:20 | 75.12 | 97% |
| 337 | 2017-02-25 06:28:44 | 67.19 | 93% |
| 195 | 2017-02-22 15:09:42 | 62.00 | 93% |