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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18241 | 2021-08-16 06:16:56 | 138.86 | 99% |
| 17526 | 2021-08-11 07:42:07 | 129.78 | 99% |
| 14212 | 2019-07-22 22:09:25 | 144.36 | 99% |
| 8988 | 2018-09-25 00:56:45 | 131.79 | 100% |
| 7845 | 2017-04-20 23:50:10 | 132.87 | 98% |