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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14840 | 2023-08-29 09:26:52 | 98.42 | 98% |
| 12462 | 2021-08-11 16:27:15 | 116.84 | 99% |
| 8210 | 2019-12-08 21:38:34 | 95.58 | 98% |
| 8067 | 2019-11-17 21:21:09 | 89.32 | 97% |
| 4903 | 2019-04-07 11:17:42 | 76.80 | 96% |
| 335 | 2018-03-16 09:32:53 | 52.66 | 95% |