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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19552 | 2024-03-30 20:22:19 | 183.81 | 98.3% |
| 16468 | 2022-11-03 20:48:40 | 149.73 | 96% |
| 14906 | 2022-08-30 21:49:15 | 160.94 | 97% |
| 7558 | 2020-04-22 15:38:26 | 174.84 | 99% |