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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7161 | 2023-08-12 07:36:42 | 128.29 | 99% |
| 6325 | 2022-07-22 09:02:41 | 101.70 | 96% |
| 2365 | 2022-02-24 11:39:09 | 80.19 | 94% |
| 461 | 2021-12-04 16:58:34 | 70.75 | 96% |