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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20732 | 2023-09-12 07:18:11 | 100.04 | 98% |
| 20463 | 2023-03-23 11:25:49 | 93.42 | 98% |
| 19030 | 2021-08-08 09:50:31 | 87.07 | 98% |
| 18559 | 2021-04-12 15:04:26 | 94.83 | 98% |
| 18501 | 2021-03-24 09:55:44 | 79.11 | 96% |
| 10726 | 2017-01-14 06:41:38 | 68.67 | 92% |