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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20597 | 2023-06-02 15:25:58 | 155.56 | 98% |
| 11153 | 2021-10-29 16:34:07 | 154.83 | 100% |
| 6069 | 2021-09-25 23:09:55 | 166.82 | 100% |
| 4614 | 2021-08-26 20:26:38 | 143.70 | 99% |
| 580 | 2018-04-28 22:53:00 | 104.61 | 98% |