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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 67832 | 2022-10-22 10:21:17 | 96.38 | 97% |
| 67073 | 2022-07-05 04:48:14 | 111.53 | 99% |
| 64495 | 2022-01-27 06:27:00 | 105.88 | 97% |
| 64265 | 2022-01-13 07:19:21 | 101.22 | 97% |
| 63263 | 2021-12-02 04:49:19 | 114.53 | 99% |
| 63234 | 2021-12-01 14:30:31 | 91.91 | 97% |
| 57314 | 2021-03-31 04:36:45 | 106.30 | 98% |
| 50850 | 2020-05-28 23:35:55 | 102.21 | 99% |
| 45704 | 2019-11-14 06:32:55 | 99.04 | 98% |
| 45366 | 2019-11-02 05:38:49 | 95.97 | 99% |