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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14579 | 2024-04-02 15:25:42 | 150.40 | 98.4% |
| 13249 | 2023-09-02 10:24:29 | 139.13 | 98.1% |
| 11812 | 2022-12-03 15:13:07 | 140.06 | 99% |
| 9859 | 2022-03-03 12:26:38 | 130.80 | 98% |
| 7743 | 2022-01-11 18:48:54 | 139.90 | 98% |
| 5376 | 2021-12-04 12:04:22 | 130.68 | 98% |
| 3834 | 2021-11-08 20:21:14 | 136.02 | 99% |
| 1629 | 2021-05-10 17:54:21 | 112.31 | 98% |