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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7316 | 2024-04-22 13:21:47 | 96.92 | 99.6% |
| 5116 | 2023-04-26 20:37:40 | 66.85 | 96% |
| 3533 | 2023-03-29 12:34:50 | 71.21 | 95% |
| 370 | 2023-01-03 19:41:57 | 57.95 | 94% |
| 61 | 2022-12-27 20:37:43 | 63.82 | 97% |