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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21396 | 2025-09-07 18:54:43 | 85.75 | 97% |
| 18665 | 2025-03-16 03:04:22 | 93.66 | 96.7% |
| 17485 | 2024-12-18 11:50:50 | 88.63 | 96.3% |
| 10243 | 2023-09-19 13:07:52 | 79.49 | 95.5% |
| 8612 | 2023-04-21 02:41:04 | 73.98 | 96% |
| 4814 | 2022-08-19 17:28:59 | 64.05 | 95% |
| 1157 | 2021-05-25 07:05:45 | 56.53 | 96% |