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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6662 | 2022-10-15 21:53:55 | 113.29 | 99% |
| 6315 | 2022-01-12 16:58:03 | 81.98 | 94% |
| 6296 | 2022-01-12 16:31:28 | 79.45 | 94% |
| 2604 | 2020-04-24 21:21:12 | 72.45 | 93% |
| 2250 | 2020-03-20 22:12:12 | 79.35 | 95% |
| 373 | 2019-09-04 22:04:38 | 73.15 | 96% |