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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10936 | 2023-07-17 19:48:30 | 141.65 | 99% |
| 9415 | 2023-04-09 15:28:59 | 136.19 | 100% |
| 5149 | 2020-07-14 04:46:04 | 99.91 | 98% |
| 951 | 2020-05-28 16:46:38 | 98.87 | 99% |
| 407 | 2020-05-20 20:52:28 | 94.61 | 97% |