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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12379 | 2022-10-30 01:51:42 | 103.17 | 97% |
| 7641 | 2021-06-25 18:54:02 | 85.62 | 97% |
| 7317 | 2021-06-16 18:30:02 | 89.69 | 95% |
| 1318 | 2021-03-19 18:07:24 | 89.23 | 97% |
| 1021 | 2021-03-18 04:52:58 | 92.15 | 97% |