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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 43463 | 2023-12-29 08:10:15 | 144.79 | 99.1% |
| 40675 | 2023-10-13 03:01:40 | 122.10 | 97.6% |
| 40444 | 2023-10-10 05:34:55 | 121.92 | 97.4% |
| 39904 | 2023-07-20 11:15:08 | 117.03 | 98% |
| 39745 | 2023-07-18 00:17:39 | 129.33 | 98% |
| 30248 | 2022-10-18 10:44:49 | 116.67 | 97% |
| 29597 | 2022-09-27 04:02:11 | 120.23 | 98% |
| 26611 | 2021-01-12 09:11:55 | 108.81 | 96% |
| 26257 | 2021-01-11 04:06:38 | 125.37 | 98% |
| 24831 | 2021-01-07 02:31:12 | 122.34 | 97% |
| 21008 | 2020-12-26 02:16:35 | 107.24 | 97% |
| 19713 | 2020-12-23 02:49:59 | 110.26 | 98% |
| 15605 | 2020-12-10 03:10:53 | 117.19 | 98% |
| 10908 | 2020-11-24 03:39:53 | 89.89 | 96% |