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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5215 | 2025-02-18 22:34:35 | 171.39 | 98.6% |
| 4903 | 2025-02-14 08:24:40 | 186.11 | 99.6% |
| 3767 | 2025-02-06 22:38:46 | 186.75 | 98.6% |
| 3226 | 2025-02-03 02:41:13 | 155.35 | 98.3% |
| 2784 | 2025-01-30 03:26:34 | 166.53 | 98.7% |