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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5053 | 2023-06-20 03:42:56 | 101.13 | 97% |
| 4708 | 2023-03-10 07:57:39 | 105.05 | 98% |
| 3033 | 2022-02-03 06:10:46 | 90.39 | 94% |
| 1691 | 2022-01-19 11:12:29 | 113.07 | 99% |
| 1665 | 2022-01-19 05:02:35 | 97.91 | 95% |
| 1340 | 2021-11-10 08:19:57 | 85.53 | 95% |