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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18155 | 2022-03-05 08:20:01 | 117.41 | 98% |
| 16635 | 2020-09-17 01:40:11 | 107.45 | 97% |
| 10517 | 2020-06-01 16:43:52 | 103.33 | 98% |
| 7368 | 2020-04-16 16:16:55 | 87.61 | 96% |
| 5040 | 2020-03-08 07:36:49 | 92.36 | 97% |