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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14141 | 2023-02-06 08:51:42 | 76.16 | 98% |
| 14024 | 2023-01-19 02:23:55 | 73.11 | 97% |
| 12427 | 2022-05-25 07:48:57 | 65.03 | 97% |
| 10044 | 2020-11-10 01:32:20 | 69.56 | 98% |
| 8887 | 2020-07-06 07:08:49 | 64.03 | 97% |