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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13542 | 2022-09-26 19:28:15 | 170.89 | 99% |
| 10097 | 2021-05-20 20:15:57 | 164.72 | 100% |
| 9795 | 2021-05-19 14:05:42 | 161.94 | 97% |
| 8585 | 2021-05-11 18:45:53 | 175.16 | 99% |
| 8552 | 2021-05-10 16:24:51 | 186.71 | 100% |
| 551 | 2017-08-20 15:12:16 | 168.56 | 99% |