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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2558 | 2023-11-18 19:49:47 | 102.64 | 96.8% |
| 2351 | 2023-10-30 17:12:44 | 101.70 | 97.7% |
| 2203 | 2023-10-16 18:07:31 | 99.80 | 96.7% |
| 1424 | 2023-09-02 01:15:25 | 89.38 | 95.4% |
| 1320 | 2023-08-30 17:55:11 | 90.57 | 96.2% |