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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4014 | 2023-04-15 18:08:38 | 104.17 | 99% |
| 3672 | 2021-04-18 12:40:02 | 93.66 | 96% |
| 3041 | 2021-03-21 16:44:18 | 99.22 | 99% |
| 1735 | 2021-02-15 12:50:04 | 94.23 | 97.3% |