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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11378 | 2022-03-20 17:14:24 | 96.03 | 98% |
| 10789 | 2021-10-01 19:01:28 | 97.34 | 97% |
| 10775 | 2021-09-25 17:20:05 | 93.43 | 97% |
| 7705 | 2020-04-12 08:28:19 | 106.56 | 98% |
| 3071 | 2018-05-12 22:27:06 | 82.50 | 97% |
| 1108 | 2017-12-13 05:47:11 | 62.77 | 94% |