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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15753 | 2023-10-27 03:03:37 | 112.81 | 98.6% |
| 15407 | 2023-10-23 11:22:00 | 118.09 | 99% |
| 7392 | 2022-10-17 08:46:18 | 102.77 | 97% |
| 5331 | 2022-09-05 16:01:52 | 94.52 | 96% |
| 3031 | 2021-11-29 08:32:31 | 100.89 | 98% |
| 1115 | 2020-03-02 16:36:58 | 98.49 | 97% |