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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 59936 | 2023-05-15 03:17:20 | 107.28 | 99% |
| 56523 | 2023-03-10 03:04:07 | 100.98 | 100% |
| 55811 | 2022-06-03 03:31:01 | 94.87 | 98% |
| 53810 | 2022-04-29 02:25:26 | 110.52 | 100% |
| 48552 | 2021-09-22 03:39:42 | 104.20 | 99% |
| 44338 | 2020-05-28 03:58:49 | 109.51 | 99% |
| 42802 | 2020-05-01 04:20:56 | 102.03 | 99% |
| 39906 | 2020-03-07 04:23:49 | 106.65 | 99% |
| 37838 | 2020-02-03 06:00:09 | 101.62 | 99% |
| 35892 | 2020-01-03 05:08:13 | 107.32 | 100% |
| 35009 | 2019-12-16 05:25:59 | 100.31 | 99% |
| 34792 | 2019-12-13 05:20:14 | 100.93 | 99% |
| 33175 | 2019-11-23 04:50:28 | 106.37 | 100% |
| 31668 | 2019-11-05 05:15:32 | 96.04 | 99% |