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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4528 | 2023-10-28 06:40:36 | 124.65 | 97.9% |
| 3787 | 2023-10-24 05:00:31 | 116.15 | 97.7% |
| 3348 | 2023-10-22 04:27:04 | 121.95 | 98.3% |
| 220 | 2023-03-05 07:40:58 | 110.30 | 97% |