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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7920 | 2024-03-20 22:57:24 | 121.82 | 96.7% |
| 7193 | 2024-01-19 17:41:37 | 122.92 | 97.3% |
| 2014 | 2021-05-21 18:56:40 | 105.55 | 97% |