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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7179 | 2024-06-03 15:02:10 | 115.08 | 98.6% |
| 6721 | 2024-05-24 12:52:28 | 107.22 | 97.6% |
| 4700 | 2018-01-19 18:08:41 | 99.64 | 96% |