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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18375 | 2024-12-19 16:19:08 | 144.72 | 98.3% |
| 16424 | 2024-11-26 14:15:42 | 114.73 | 96.3% |
| 13401 | 2024-10-21 06:06:40 | 117.46 | 96.9% |
| 12479 | 2023-12-31 01:44:21 | 137.02 | 98.4% |
| 6813 | 2021-03-18 08:15:55 | 139.54 | 99% |
| 6264 | 2021-02-26 19:04:15 | 122.00 | 98% |
| 5345 | 2021-02-05 01:38:35 | 134.11 | 97.8% |
| 3809 | 2021-01-16 16:32:37 | 115.18 | 96% |
| 2449 | 2020-12-28 15:42:17 | 147.13 | 100% |
| 1908 | 2020-12-18 05:29:44 | 104.64 | 97% |
| 519 | 2020-08-08 07:22:36 | 108.77 | 97% |