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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 34825 | 2023-07-30 07:59:36 | 112.03 | 97.1% |
| 30243 | 2023-02-01 19:46:59 | 112.75 | 97% |
| 29677 | 2023-01-23 20:14:57 | 92.03 | 94% |
| 29585 | 2023-01-22 19:18:56 | 117.92 | 97% |
| 28599 | 2023-01-10 21:35:35 | 71.14 | 96% |
| 28323 | 2023-01-09 12:19:40 | 123.91 | 99% |
| 27893 | 2023-01-05 11:22:10 | 109.82 | 96% |
| 25394 | 2022-12-12 21:50:58 | 129.34 | 99% |
| 24549 | 2022-12-01 21:25:52 | 111.05 | 98% |
| 17000 | 2022-07-28 11:49:38 | 99.49 | 96% |
| 13927 | 2022-06-18 18:05:26 | 108.36 | 98% |
| 12907 | 2022-06-11 09:08:34 | 115.15 | 97% |
| 12154 | 2022-06-01 18:44:04 | 90.33 | 96% |
| 9247 | 2022-04-06 19:54:29 | 102.00 | 96% |
| 5496 | 2022-02-05 21:54:30 | 109.05 | 97% |