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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8179 | 2023-11-18 08:55:35 | 91.22 | 97.3% |
| 7114 | 2023-07-03 05:00:36 | 66.12 | 94.5% |
| 4509 | 2022-11-14 11:39:41 | 75.03 | 96% |
| 2627 | 2021-10-19 15:52:14 | 95.16 | 97% |