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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9037 | 2023-03-08 13:33:29 | 87.19 | 96% |
| 5160 | 2022-03-20 17:12:52 | 88.29 | 97% |
| 2510 | 2021-11-22 19:13:10 | 82.84 | 97% |
| 794 | 2017-04-07 16:53:31 | 66.12 | 96% |
| 729 | 2017-03-24 19:32:27 | 59.53 | 93% |