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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 36901 | 2025-04-15 13:05:02 | 131.81 | 99.7% |
| 34707 | 2024-05-04 10:28:08 | 106.66 | 96.8% |
| 29897 | 2022-05-25 17:07:52 | 128.96 | 98% |
| 26016 | 2022-02-10 15:58:46 | 120.50 | 98% |
| 21399 | 2021-08-20 15:53:42 | 117.97 | 98% |
| 21075 | 2021-08-09 15:54:34 | 112.22 | 98% |
| 17428 | 2021-05-07 05:24:20 | 106.26 | 97% |
| 15196 | 2021-03-12 14:08:06 | 110.59 | 97% |
| 9189 | 2020-07-18 07:08:27 | 116.44 | 99% |
| 4190 | 2019-12-08 07:33:30 | 95.55 | 97% |
| 3246 | 2019-11-08 15:26:15 | 99.54 | 98% |