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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26008 | 2024-01-12 07:00:19 | 66.39 | 98.1% |
| 18841 | 2022-10-03 04:31:24 | 73.55 | 97% |
| 17860 | 2022-08-05 12:15:53 | 90.68 | 99% |
| 12116 | 2021-10-08 04:41:14 | 76.28 | 96% |
| 7282 | 2021-04-25 05:48:27 | 70.00 | 97% |
| 6396 | 2021-03-23 05:36:42 | 62.70 | 96% |
| 3533 | 2020-08-10 19:51:02 | 57.54 | 96% |