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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11679 | 2024-08-22 18:24:27 | 89.98 | 95.4% |
| 7822 | 2022-06-02 15:43:37 | 103.30 | 97% |
| 7444 | 2022-05-22 19:39:27 | 103.63 | 97% |
| 3513 | 2021-12-23 03:43:54 | 109.68 | 97% |