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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10191 | 2024-05-14 14:45:04 | 114.33 | 100% |
| 9725 | 2024-02-10 15:34:29 | 110.27 | 99.3% |
| 7618 | 2023-05-17 18:16:26 | 108.16 | 100% |
| 5041 | 2020-10-05 19:08:23 | 104.52 | 98% |
| 3547 | 2019-06-17 12:19:43 | 106.52 | 98% |