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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25278 | 2020-09-25 23:31:33 | 171.95 | 99.6% |
| 20109 | 2019-02-06 04:48:30 | 137.38 | 96.8% |
| 18515 | 2018-11-23 00:50:28 | 159.73 | 96.9% |
| 8234 | 2017-12-14 07:51:41 | 121.21 | 97% |
| 5817 | 2017-10-11 03:34:23 | 108.10 | 96% |