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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 38686 | 2023-01-01 18:50:21 | 158.76 | 99% |
| 31415 | 2022-11-03 02:48:05 | 150.65 | 100% |
| 31173 | 2022-11-01 01:15:30 | 153.14 | 99% |
| 15499 | 2022-06-26 23:40:40 | 135.83 | 100% |
| 4280 | 2020-11-20 16:05:14 | 125.72 | 98% |