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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15987 | 2024-02-26 17:36:19 | 108.66 | 98.1% |
| 15779 | 2024-01-07 20:34:45 | 123.25 | 98.6% |
| 15311 | 2023-12-03 11:27:18 | 128.70 | 98.6% |
| 15053 | 2023-11-27 08:50:54 | 97.89 | 97.6% |
| 8566 | 2022-11-22 17:14:15 | 110.18 | 99% |
| 7853 | 2022-10-15 20:06:11 | 114.22 | 99% |
| 6125 | 2022-06-27 07:53:10 | 93.57 | 97% |
| 5392 | 2022-06-07 12:17:16 | 111.08 | 99% |