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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28426 | 2022-09-22 01:19:25 | 112.99 | 97% |
| 25455 | 2021-07-30 03:16:22 | 134.96 | 100% |
| 20085 | 2021-03-11 04:02:21 | 121.90 | 99% |
| 11269 | 2020-06-06 03:22:45 | 103.14 | 98% |
| 1197 | 2017-06-08 13:02:03 | 69.71 | 97% |
| 754 | 2017-03-18 03:13:43 | 65.28 | 95% |