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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13729 | 2021-12-05 23:39:18 | 73.08 | 95% |
| 12893 | 2021-11-28 18:39:03 | 92.44 | 98% |
| 10201 | 2021-06-15 16:47:04 | 83.80 | 97% |
| 9461 | 2021-04-29 15:46:21 | 79.79 | 97% |
| 8334 | 2021-03-30 15:54:06 | 79.47 | 97% |
| 7660 | 2021-03-22 20:00:42 | 73.70 | 97% |
| 7409 | 2021-03-20 22:14:04 | 70.96 | 97% |
| 4234 | 2021-02-23 14:50:47 | 57.40 | 94.4% |
| 3053 | 2021-02-16 17:23:33 | 55.92 | 93.9% |
| 2385 | 2021-02-12 16:39:02 | 63.14 | 95% |
| 1562 | 2021-02-04 17:35:16 | 66.37 | 97.5% |