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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20673 | 2023-04-29 18:10:51 | 72.13 | 99% |
| 19733 | 2021-12-11 23:47:49 | 78.08 | 99% |
| 18305 | 2021-05-11 21:01:44 | 74.58 | 97% |
| 17783 | 2021-04-12 23:09:51 | 65.52 | 97% |
| 12915 | 2020-10-24 20:01:11 | 64.49 | 96% |
| 8534 | 2020-03-11 23:31:29 | 61.46 | 99% |
| 8141 | 2020-01-16 23:16:26 | 58.70 | 97% |