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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6473 | 2024-01-26 23:21:10 | 96.56 | 96.5% |
| 5140 | 2023-02-28 05:06:55 | 121.87 | 99% |
| 1994 | 2020-08-18 06:19:33 | 84.76 | 96% |
| 1050 | 2020-06-26 03:37:43 | 74.17 | 96% |