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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9649 | 2022-02-23 00:50:40 | 139.99 | 98% |
| 7542 | 2021-11-09 22:09:20 | 109.62 | 96% |
| 3487 | 2018-12-17 21:55:19 | 119.42 | 98% |
| 2794 | 2018-08-29 01:18:41 | 115.94 | 97% |
| 563 | 2018-05-25 23:08:53 | 115.93 | 98% |