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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24108 | 2024-03-04 11:08:45 | 153.80 | 98.4% |
| 16992 | 2023-02-24 01:22:54 | 151.42 | 98% |
| 11049 | 2022-03-09 21:16:50 | 160.76 | 98% |
| 8346 | 2021-09-02 02:17:10 | 169.64 | 99% |
| 5886 | 2021-06-01 03:09:37 | 167.90 | 99% |
| 3325 | 2021-03-18 23:44:34 | 149.26 | 99% |
| 3288 | 2021-03-18 18:48:05 | 144.89 | 99% |