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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10744 | 2024-11-17 21:22:32 | 140.56 | 99% |
| 10730 | 2024-11-15 20:05:19 | 126.90 | 97.5% |
| 10686 | 2024-11-15 11:51:45 | 135.61 | 99.6% |
| 10583 | 2024-11-14 10:04:53 | 121.06 | 98% |
| 9126 | 2024-09-15 14:25:48 | 138.87 | 99.7% |
| 5544 | 2021-07-23 23:50:18 | 133.06 | 98% |
| 1324 | 2020-05-29 10:23:55 | 129.88 | 99% |
| 68 | 2020-05-24 13:37:14 | 126.26 | 99% |