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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14461 | 2022-11-17 12:34:19 | 97.71 | 99% |
| 13884 | 2021-05-25 22:12:33 | 100.81 | 98% |
| 7705 | 2017-08-22 19:32:27 | 96.92 | 100% |
| 6476 | 2017-03-15 15:08:32 | 95.30 | 100% |
| 6307 | 2017-03-07 04:37:36 | 94.27 | 99% |