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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10457 | 2023-04-18 12:10:19 | 110.09 | 99% |
| 10200 | 2023-04-15 19:22:10 | 102.31 | 99% |
| 8979 | 2022-12-19 09:18:56 | 102.84 | 99% |
| 3497 | 2022-02-22 01:34:32 | 95.32 | 98% |
| 2291 | 2022-02-09 06:41:51 | 83.19 | 98% |