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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8230 | 2019-01-31 21:38:11 | 73.70 | 99% |
| 7754 | 2018-06-30 11:59:40 | 71.03 | 98% |
| 6744 | 2017-03-17 12:43:27 | 76.31 | 97% |
| 6575 | 2017-03-11 11:32:17 | 78.17 | 99% |
| 5591 | 2017-01-24 22:15:02 | 72.78 | 98% |