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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12271 | 2025-08-14 11:11:06 | 103.05 | 98% |
| 12126 | 2025-08-09 11:12:38 | 98.52 | 98% |
| 10826 | 2025-04-13 16:27:04 | 84.12 | 97% |
| 8403 | 2024-10-26 15:53:52 | 92.59 | 97.3% |
| 6077 | 2022-11-11 01:39:08 | 85.39 | 96% |
| 1953 | 2022-05-12 23:46:37 | 89.20 | 97% |
| 836 | 2022-04-28 18:08:09 | 78.68 | 96% |