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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14668 | 2024-05-14 08:19:16 | 96.63 | 96.9% |
| 13888 | 2023-11-07 13:13:54 | 102.76 | 97.5% |
| 9095 | 2021-03-29 18:05:13 | 90.63 | 97% |
| 8805 | 2021-03-20 10:00:03 | 76.82 | 93% |
| 7268 | 2021-02-17 18:11:22 | 78.44 | 95% |
| 6487 | 2021-01-25 17:48:34 | 96.37 | 96% |
| 5756 | 2020-12-20 15:33:47 | 84.35 | 95% |
| 3353 | 2020-09-02 10:57:26 | 83.31 | 95% |