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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11662 | 2024-05-16 07:44:36 | 78.43 | 98.6% |
| 11323 | 2024-03-10 02:19:36 | 79.73 | 99.3% |
| 4123 | 2021-01-30 11:38:04 | 82.34 | 99.3% |
| 2681 | 2020-07-19 20:34:31 | 76.37 | 99% |