Esteban stood at the front of the room, staring at the page. Then he lifted his head and looked at us. We cheered again, even louder this time. I don't know if any of us really understood his dad's poem. But for a long time after he'd finished reading, I thought about that army of ants, how they were coming together. Like us.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 51607 | 2021-03-29 10:34:38 | 108.20 | 99% |
| 51291 | 2021-03-12 07:08:13 | 81.54 | 98% |
| 50838 | 2021-03-04 11:03:00 | 113.68 | 99% |
| 47484 | 2020-12-23 13:54:55 | 112.15 | 99% |
| 45840 | 2020-12-10 06:55:03 | 100.41 | 98% |
| 43066 | 2020-11-09 12:03:29 | 98.86 | 98% |
| 39115 | 2020-09-23 08:43:17 | 99.32 | 98% |
| 38810 | 2020-09-19 14:37:42 | 93.30 | 98% |
| 33301 | 2020-05-10 16:09:54 | 88.02 | 98% |
| 27172 | 2020-01-25 15:57:09 | 109.49 | 100% |
| 23225 | 2019-12-06 11:32:03 | 97.62 | 99% |
| 21078 | 2019-11-03 09:19:37 | 100.53 | 99% |
| 20649 | 2019-10-29 19:41:12 | 80.22 | 97% |
| 19483 | 2019-10-14 06:34:15 | 41.40 | 99% |