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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17170 | 2023-05-30 16:41:01 | 97.84 | 97.6% |
| 16908 | 2023-05-05 15:13:34 | 83.77 | 95% |
| 14055 | 2022-07-24 18:26:44 | 93.93 | 96% |
| 13180 | 2022-03-13 14:45:40 | 87.83 | 96% |
| 6932 | 2021-02-14 05:35:09 | 80.54 | 97.3% |
| 5208 | 2020-10-19 12:36:19 | 72.23 | 95% |