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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6308 | 2023-08-21 01:05:42 | 106.48 | 97% |
| 5671 | 2022-12-03 20:27:50 | 116.92 | 98% |
| 3058 | 2021-10-27 17:50:13 | 99.74 | 97% |
| 1402 | 2021-06-08 22:44:39 | 93.88 | 97% |
| 270 | 2020-12-28 17:35:14 | 74.89 | 95% |