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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 93295 | 2024-01-16 02:22:41 | 124.58 | 98.6% |
| 91062 | 2023-05-02 12:12:15 | 125.10 | 99% |
| 90496 | 2023-04-08 20:45:45 | 118.27 | 99% |
| 90159 | 2023-02-19 18:30:14 | 134.62 | 100% |
| 89683 | 2022-09-27 04:02:09 | 126.26 | 100% |
| 89210 | 2022-07-08 05:26:39 | 109.25 | 97% |
| 85560 | 2021-11-21 22:29:39 | 121.43 | 99% |
| 84636 | 2021-04-25 23:37:35 | 129.00 | 99% |
| 84082 | 2021-04-03 21:42:38 | 129.78 | 99% |