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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15981 | 2022-07-10 15:46:00 | 178.37 | 100% |
| 15190 | 2021-12-13 17:48:40 | 139.33 | 98% |
| 13064 | 2020-07-01 16:37:38 | 132.27 | 98% |
| 12384 | 2020-05-10 12:11:26 | 136.58 | 99% |
| 10183 | 2020-03-16 17:15:27 | 148.51 | 99% |
| 2906 | 2019-11-09 17:53:32 | 116.11 | 97% |
| 2156 | 2019-01-02 18:01:45 | 116.35 | 96% |