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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3640 | 2023-09-27 04:02:00 | 107.38 | 98.2% |
| 2206 | 2023-04-01 03:45:29 | 110.87 | 99% |
| 1607 | 2022-12-20 07:28:57 | 102.58 | 98% |
| 832 | 2022-07-05 07:53:10 | 108.15 | 99% |
| 569 | 2022-02-09 17:23:33 | 105.46 | 99% |
| 563 | 2022-02-09 17:17:38 | 96.97 | 99% |