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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10577 | 2023-07-09 03:44:54 | 104.68 | 98% |
| 7896 | 2021-04-06 09:32:09 | 93.36 | 95% |
| 1295 | 2020-10-06 09:18:49 | 96.30 | 98% |
| 384 | 2018-06-09 22:45:42 | 70.44 | 95% |