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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4914 | 2024-08-05 03:48:45 | 84.46 | 96.9% |
| 3716 | 2024-01-12 05:00:33 | 83.08 | 97.7% |
| 3712 | 2024-01-12 04:57:27 | 83.14 | 98.6% |
| 615 | 2022-08-28 09:51:48 | 81.43 | 98% |