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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14522 | 2024-03-09 17:49:14 | 75.77 | 95.8% |
| 13914 | 2023-11-06 11:07:35 | 76.22 | 95.3% |
| 10644 | 2022-12-29 16:27:48 | 78.91 | 96% |
| 10617 | 2022-12-29 12:06:59 | 75.77 | 95% |
| 7472 | 2022-06-07 18:34:47 | 38.30 | 95% |
| 2787 | 2021-03-28 15:24:46 | 52.91 | 93% |