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 |
---|---|---|---|
52441 | 2023-03-07 10:12:57 | 167.85 | 99% |
48329 | 2022-02-13 03:04:12 | 130.62 | 96% |
47811 | 2022-02-06 10:14:34 | 148.30 | 99% |
47016 | 2022-02-03 11:01:23 | 153.73 | 99% |
46425 | 2022-02-01 01:07:58 | 144.44 | 99% |
39312 | 2017-01-19 20:55:34 | 164.39 | 97% |