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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4897 | 2023-06-26 00:26:47 | 90.78 | 96% |
| 4721 | 2023-06-03 20:52:25 | 99.66 | 96% |
| 4608 | 2023-05-29 22:13:22 | 87.37 | 96% |
| 4191 | 2023-05-05 15:13:32 | 87.33 | 96% |
| 1870 | 2022-04-02 19:27:42 | 96.56 | 96% |