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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10520 | 2022-03-16 15:33:26 | 83.14 | 97% |
| 10122 | 2022-02-18 04:27:12 | 73.88 | 97% |
| 9716 | 2022-02-09 19:54:01 | 94.03 | 98% |
| 9478 | 2022-02-03 19:00:19 | 78.75 | 96% |
| 9464 | 2022-02-03 18:49:04 | 98.63 | 99% |
| 6917 | 2021-06-03 13:26:57 | 68.12 | 97% |