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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18751 | 2023-07-10 16:09:08 | 126.32 | 100% |
| 17120 | 2022-11-07 14:47:48 | 114.55 | 98% |
| 16069 | 2022-10-19 15:51:49 | 124.88 | 98% |
| 12668 | 2022-06-11 16:28:22 | 132.07 | 99% |
| 9094 | 2021-02-27 04:48:06 | 114.89 | 98.9% |
| 6228 | 2020-12-16 11:36:44 | 112.90 | 99% |