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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12161 | 2024-01-17 12:55:30 | 71.17 | 98.6% |
| 8079 | 2023-03-20 07:44:11 | 67.63 | 98% |
| 7702 | 2023-03-13 00:42:25 | 63.61 | 98% |
| 4311 | 2022-12-19 07:00:35 | 60.81 | 97% |
| 611 | 2022-09-04 10:03:42 | 52.24 | 97% |