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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10719 | 2023-04-17 11:16:51 | 152.22 | 100% |
| 9546 | 2019-02-14 11:25:24 | 172.02 | 100% |
| 7987 | 2018-02-25 11:45:19 | 146.54 | 99% |
| 6423 | 2017-05-05 12:11:05 | 153.30 | 99% |
| 6093 | 2017-04-14 13:48:14 | 137.81 | 96% |
| 5688 | 2017-02-20 10:18:23 | 153.59 | 99% |
| 5268 | 2017-02-04 08:27:26 | 145.84 | 97% |