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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2596 | 2023-10-02 21:01:34 | 133.88 | 99.3% |
| 2396 | 2023-10-02 16:46:48 | 149.47 | 98.6% |
| 1929 | 2023-09-25 14:03:22 | 130.37 | 98.6% |
| 1838 | 2023-09-22 18:34:45 | 134.12 | 98.6% |