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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24040 | 2021-12-24 04:50:09 | 87.60 | 96% |
| 23084 | 2021-12-08 09:11:10 | 87.96 | 96% |
| 22976 | 2021-12-07 04:56:01 | 92.32 | 97% |
| 22047 | 2021-11-27 09:30:37 | 102.49 | 97% |
| 20602 | 2021-11-13 04:54:54 | 82.02 | 94% |
| 17049 | 2021-09-11 09:11:15 | 89.18 | 96% |
| 16924 | 2021-09-07 14:01:27 | 90.38 | 97% |
| 15326 | 2021-07-25 14:28:34 | 103.36 | 98% |
| 14530 | 2021-07-09 15:36:37 | 90.81 | 96% |
| 11326 | 2021-05-01 08:40:08 | 78.19 | 96% |
| 10310 | 2021-04-07 15:12:06 | 86.70 | 96% |
| 10022 | 2021-04-02 19:36:31 | 78.71 | 96% |
| 7995 | 2021-02-25 11:33:01 | 71.91 | 95.3% |
| 5769 | 2021-01-20 11:05:00 | 71.81 | 95% |