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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13070 | 2023-04-23 14:48:04 | 104.14 | 99% |
| 12460 | 2023-03-29 12:34:38 | 96.90 | 98% |
| 7363 | 2021-02-26 13:57:54 | 81.19 | 96.2% |
| 6943 | 2021-02-08 12:55:12 | 89.90 | 97% |
| 5036 | 2020-10-19 14:40:42 | 84.08 | 97% |
| 4044 | 2020-09-26 13:17:17 | 92.72 | 98% |
| 3141 | 2020-03-22 12:34:19 | 97.36 | 98% |