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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 32420 | 2025-02-24 21:53:31 | 118.69 | 99.4% |
| 31243 | 2024-07-21 22:23:13 | 126.60 | 99.4% |
| 30555 | 2024-06-06 21:52:07 | 122.69 | 98.3% |
| 29836 | 2024-05-28 20:23:25 | 102.06 | 96.8% |
| 29831 | 2024-05-28 20:13:00 | 107.20 | 98.3% |
| 29763 | 2024-05-26 22:31:23 | 88.26 | 96.6% |
| 28090 | 2024-05-08 09:43:16 | 115.77 | 98.6% |
| 23702 | 2023-10-28 14:57:46 | 107.04 | 97.5% |
| 14390 | 2022-09-20 23:30:45 | 119.52 | 98% |
| 13480 | 2022-09-08 22:53:10 | 117.72 | 98% |
| 9119 | 2022-05-20 23:03:19 | 95.91 | 97% |
| 6724 | 2021-03-20 22:17:59 | 107.61 | 97% |
| 6284 | 2021-02-11 17:06:36 | 106.02 | 97.5% |
| 5062 | 2021-01-15 20:00:32 | 102.74 | 97% |