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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11473 | 2023-03-20 17:32:25 | 101.34 | 96% |
| 4052 | 2020-06-21 16:34:02 | 77.02 | 95% |
| 3871 | 2020-06-19 16:21:10 | 58.50 | 94% |
| 3867 | 2020-06-19 16:13:25 | 68.49 | 95% |
| 717 | 2020-04-02 16:48:19 | 69.91 | 95% |
| 598 | 2020-03-25 15:48:41 | 72.84 | 95% |