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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4211 | 2021-10-12 00:10:38 | 97.38 | 97% |
| 3874 | 2021-09-28 10:02:24 | 98.38 | 97% |
| 3604 | 2021-09-19 16:25:36 | 87.09 | 96% |
| 3006 | 2021-03-15 00:58:08 | 75.43 | 94% |
| 2945 | 2021-03-14 06:02:00 | 88.73 | 95% |
| 2137 | 2021-02-15 06:39:54 | 75.94 | 94.8% |
| 2119 | 2021-02-13 17:20:06 | 80.68 | 96.2% |
| 1866 | 2021-02-05 13:40:44 | 84.16 | 96.7% |