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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27099 | 2023-12-18 20:53:23 | 114.61 | 98.8% |
| 24626 | 2023-10-28 17:45:33 | 116.16 | 98.9% |
| 23236 | 2023-04-13 16:24:17 | 118.54 | 99% |
| 22720 | 2023-02-22 15:55:50 | 123.60 | 99% |
| 21233 | 2023-01-10 19:12:29 | 113.98 | 98% |
| 20525 | 2022-11-18 13:44:49 | 119.66 | 99% |
| 19899 | 2022-11-14 19:05:09 | 113.05 | 98% |
| 16182 | 2022-10-19 20:37:07 | 102.25 | 99% |
| 14578 | 2022-10-13 14:52:13 | 109.56 | 99% |
| 6043 | 2021-08-13 15:18:35 | 102.59 | 98% |