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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20737 | 2020-06-18 06:20:23 | 153.16 | 98% |
| 20088 | 2020-06-12 11:02:40 | 143.53 | 96% |
| 14771 | 2020-04-09 03:49:20 | 144.70 | 99% |
| 13781 | 2020-03-30 02:33:48 | 139.41 | 98% |
| 11232 | 2020-02-18 19:46:37 | 145.66 | 98% |
| 6101 | 2020-01-15 05:28:20 | 137.94 | 98% |
| 4340 | 2020-01-10 07:42:13 | 144.57 | 98% |
| 3701 | 2019-11-26 22:37:52 | 130.18 | 98% |
| 2481 | 2019-10-11 14:26:46 | 142.48 | 100% |
| 1719 | 2019-08-25 18:09:35 | 145.93 | 99% |