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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22079 | 2025-04-10 14:51:58 | 109.26 | 98.8% |
| 20426 | 2024-07-12 03:22:43 | 113.31 | 98.6% |
| 16712 | 2023-03-03 20:33:09 | 97.50 | 97% |
| 14927 | 2022-02-22 19:48:56 | 107.57 | 99% |
| 11091 | 2020-12-28 20:44:01 | 102.92 | 97% |
| 7599 | 2020-08-15 18:05:22 | 111.93 | 99% |
| 6025 | 2020-05-22 17:46:24 | 106.63 | 99% |
| 4403 | 2019-11-20 20:48:55 | 100.61 | 98% |
| 3338 | 2019-11-01 20:38:10 | 92.57 | 98% |
| 2357 | 2019-10-17 16:25:00 | 84.42 | 98% |