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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11649 | 2024-08-12 15:43:37 | 92.46 | 93.9% |
| 10890 | 2023-12-03 17:32:27 | 95.55 | 96.1% |
| 10149 | 2023-02-11 01:32:54 | 116.24 | 98% |
| 9269 | 2022-09-03 00:57:04 | 104.13 | 97% |
| 8295 | 2022-06-23 02:41:17 | 119.99 | 98% |
| 5612 | 2022-02-28 03:36:30 | 112.04 | 98% |
| 4524 | 2022-01-17 19:44:19 | 104.74 | 97% |
| 2543 | 2021-12-02 20:58:55 | 110.35 | 98% |