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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 47920 | 2023-03-23 09:17:14 | 76.06 | 97% |
| 26710 | 2022-01-29 08:02:52 | 93.47 | 99% |
| 22806 | 2021-12-19 08:15:20 | 79.79 | 98% |
| 20859 | 2021-11-29 13:57:19 | 61.21 | 96% |
| 19718 | 2021-11-18 06:03:26 | 82.85 | 98% |
| 17490 | 2021-10-25 08:12:26 | 82.56 | 98% |
| 15582 | 2021-10-06 08:45:01 | 72.52 | 98% |
| 15524 | 2021-10-06 07:19:31 | 73.19 | 96% |
| 15238 | 2021-10-03 09:38:51 | 78.36 | 98% |
| 13953 | 2021-09-20 06:59:34 | 67.91 | 96% |
| 12906 | 2021-09-10 06:43:07 | 70.92 | 98% |
| 7674 | 2021-07-17 10:50:30 | 56.76 | 96% |
| 6502 | 2021-07-06 07:16:02 | 56.25 | 98% |
| 2417 | 2021-05-15 07:49:48 | 53.57 | 97% |