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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10478 | 2023-10-24 17:44:45 | 73.06 | 96.9% |
| 6684 | 2022-03-29 20:52:10 | 71.76 | 98% |
| 5968 | 2021-12-25 23:19:25 | 71.97 | 97% |
| 3732 | 2021-06-28 14:54:52 | 60.17 | 96% |
| 3092 | 2021-06-15 14:31:49 | 60.05 | 97% |