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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 72199 | 2025-01-28 22:47:10 | 87.61 | 97.3% |
| 63697 | 2024-08-30 13:37:22 | 81.38 | 96.5% |
| 39906 | 2023-09-12 15:06:42 | 74.64 | 95.5% |
| 39490 | 2023-09-07 00:01:15 | 75.39 | 95.2% |
| 38753 | 2023-08-29 16:42:59 | 87.80 | 97.2% |
| 37978 | 2023-08-20 23:20:09 | 80.99 | 96.6% |
| 36176 | 2023-07-31 19:52:29 | 76.80 | 96% |
| 35470 | 2023-07-21 23:25:19 | 67.31 | 94.5% |
| 34330 | 2023-07-09 03:17:05 | 70.95 | 95.3% |
| 30647 | 2023-05-11 23:42:08 | 78.88 | 96% |
| 29866 | 2023-04-30 11:19:51 | 66.55 | 94% |
| 24210 | 2023-02-26 04:00:25 | 67.04 | 95% |
| 24055 | 2023-02-25 06:19:24 | 78.06 | 96% |
| 21994 | 2023-02-03 04:29:02 | 70.14 | 94% |
| 13981 | 2022-09-04 06:05:55 | 72.96 | 98% |
| 6242 | 2022-05-27 14:41:07 | 59.07 | 96% |