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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11707 | 2022-02-09 00:35:10 | 120.40 | 98% |
| 11151 | 2021-08-29 20:03:12 | 112.61 | 97% |
| 11023 | 2021-04-17 18:29:32 | 114.96 | 96% |
| 7815 | 2018-10-20 03:34:24 | 124.25 | 98% |
| 7207 | 2018-09-09 10:29:02 | 117.48 | 98% |
| 4234 | 2018-02-07 04:40:10 | 114.19 | 98% |