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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 706 | 2023-07-01 17:15:07 | 73.32 | 99% |
| 632 | 2023-04-23 15:48:09 | 68.73 | 99% |
| 593 | 2023-03-04 15:47:43 | 74.50 | 100% |
| 474 | 2022-09-25 17:23:22 | 71.21 | 100% |
| 435 | 2022-08-24 19:35:40 | 71.18 | 99% |
| 368 | 2022-06-26 17:44:57 | 70.29 | 99% |
| 341 | 2022-06-14 16:21:46 | 68.58 | 99% |
| 329 | 2022-06-07 14:26:48 | 68.88 | 99% |
| 320 | 2022-06-04 16:10:32 | 75.09 | 100% |
| 281 | 2022-05-26 15:36:08 | 73.81 | 99% |
| 243 | 2022-05-15 17:49:54 | 69.04 | 99% |
| 230 | 2022-05-11 15:35:50 | 69.68 | 100% |
| 217 | 2022-05-08 19:13:56 | 65.74 | 99% |
| 121 | 2022-04-12 21:35:14 | 68.54 | 99% |
| 89 | 2022-03-31 13:58:01 | 74.55 | 100% |
| 43 | 2022-03-18 14:53:46 | 70.72 | 99% |