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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 59025 | 2024-02-26 22:39:42 | 101.61 | 97.5% |
| 54092 | 2022-11-01 20:36:03 | 94.20 | 97% |
| 49581 | 2022-01-11 16:37:34 | 103.84 | 99% |
| 48202 | 2021-11-11 22:20:32 | 97.12 | 96% |
| 46278 | 2021-08-25 15:10:50 | 107.57 | 98% |
| 43690 | 2021-04-15 08:41:22 | 97.88 | 98% |
| 42791 | 2021-03-18 20:59:55 | 101.18 | 99% |
| 39482 | 2020-10-16 12:08:09 | 100.61 | 99% |