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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16915 | 2023-12-29 03:29:33 | 75.42 | 96.7% |
| 14580 | 2021-05-15 14:49:57 | 88.19 | 99% |
| 12861 | 2021-04-18 03:16:15 | 73.41 | 97% |
| 2180 | 2020-02-05 16:59:51 | 73.50 | 98% |
| 2056 | 2020-02-04 16:24:37 | 65.79 | 97% |
| 125 | 2020-01-02 17:14:09 | 72.20 | 99% |