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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5190 | 2017-12-02 12:09:56 | 98.08 | 97% |
| 5103 | 2017-11-28 19:43:56 | 102.85 | 96% |
| 2305 | 2017-08-16 16:40:15 | 79.81 | 94% |
| 1561 | 2017-07-14 21:43:09 | 90.81 | 96% |
| 578 | 2017-05-10 15:43:29 | 70.29 | 80% |
| 206 | 2017-05-05 22:29:04 | 81.44 | 89% |