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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16276 | 2023-10-30 06:20:00 | 115.64 | 99.1% |
| 14692 | 2023-10-13 04:03:14 | 134.99 | 99.7% |
| 13517 | 2023-09-29 04:11:22 | 120.70 | 96.9% |
| 11648 | 2023-02-10 10:43:16 | 117.78 | 98% |
| 11325 | 2023-01-25 03:58:18 | 124.37 | 99% |
| 10382 | 2022-12-19 04:23:41 | 113.02 | 98% |
| 8959 | 2022-11-12 01:39:01 | 122.20 | 99% |
| 8202 | 2022-10-24 14:36:22 | 112.98 | 98% |
| 6843 | 2022-10-11 10:02:41 | 118.40 | 97% |
| 1481 | 2020-07-29 07:15:18 | 113.66 | 99% |