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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2048 | 2022-10-25 16:42:54 | 109.78 | 97% |
| 2031 | 2022-10-01 15:28:26 | 123.70 | 98% |
| 1617 | 2022-03-06 03:11:29 | 94.51 | 93% |
| 1284 | 2022-01-09 22:14:37 | 95.75 | 96% |
| 761 | 2021-07-15 03:18:26 | 105.73 | 97% |