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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6360 | 2023-05-22 15:17:05 | 72.19 | 97% |
| 6039 | 2023-05-16 17:43:57 | 81.41 | 97% |
| 4818 | 2023-03-20 23:20:30 | 81.77 | 97% |
| 2320 | 2022-09-04 03:50:09 | 70.17 | 96% |
| 667 | 2022-06-12 19:41:25 | 70.80 | 97% |