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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28832 | 2024-03-14 12:53:46 | 91.94 | 98.6% |
| 28752 | 2024-03-09 23:17:15 | 80.53 | 95.4% |
| 9234 | 2021-11-14 11:39:48 | 77.17 | 97% |
| 4332 | 2019-11-25 16:06:15 | 79.33 | 96% |
| 2438 | 2019-10-14 17:05:47 | 61.37 | 96% |
| 2322 | 2019-10-13 08:27:00 | 77.86 | 97% |