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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 33653 | 2022-04-29 18:23:29 | 137.72 | 99% |
| 32815 | 2022-04-08 12:27:44 | 122.23 | 96% |
| 24604 | 2022-01-09 22:38:35 | 122.33 | 98% |
| 20035 | 2021-12-14 22:34:17 | 141.60 | 99% |
| 20000 | 2021-12-14 13:17:09 | 121.33 | 99% |
| 18992 | 2021-11-22 13:54:35 | 136.10 | 99% |
| 16721 | 2021-11-04 23:31:13 | 127.05 | 99% |
| 15966 | 2021-09-13 12:28:11 | 128.93 | 99% |
| 13027 | 2021-03-14 17:26:05 | 128.75 | 99% |
| 12179 | 2021-03-06 15:23:49 | 109.26 | 99% |
| 8859 | 2021-01-12 21:03:24 | 117.42 | 96% |
| 8701 | 2021-01-08 14:40:01 | 124.82 | 99% |
| 8164 | 2020-12-28 16:45:36 | 100.35 | 97% |
| 7725 | 2020-12-23 21:31:26 | 127.95 | 99% |