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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3952 | 2023-11-01 11:42:20 | 109.90 | 100% |
| 3407 | 2023-08-09 12:37:01 | 96.81 | 99% |
| 2697 | 2022-10-30 11:29:43 | 84.16 | 97% |
| 427 | 2021-10-20 04:20:59 | 69.26 | 95% |