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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15200 | 2024-11-03 02:02:03 | 129.56 | 98.9% |
| 9186 | 2023-12-11 12:59:04 | 118.23 | 96.8% |
| 8210 | 2023-11-23 10:06:45 | 107.79 | 97% |
| 7655 | 2023-11-16 13:27:29 | 113.53 | 97.5% |
| 6151 | 2023-10-09 10:45:25 | 116.86 | 98.3% |
| 5403 | 2023-09-29 04:11:28 | 102.94 | 96.9% |
| 2144 | 2023-07-29 12:03:48 | 97.73 | 97.2% |