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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 43371 | 2024-04-06 03:58:09 | 95.53 | 96.3% |
| 41844 | 2024-03-25 22:12:10 | 103.92 | 98.1% |
| 39298 | 2024-02-17 00:19:40 | 104.78 | 97% |
| 24889 | 2023-08-09 15:17:38 | 99.32 | 98% |
| 14352 | 2023-04-25 19:55:55 | 101.49 | 99% |
| 12782 | 2023-04-09 18:07:10 | 92.70 | 97% |
| 12540 | 2023-04-04 06:09:59 | 86.86 | 97% |
| 9272 | 2023-03-07 21:16:20 | 83.84 | 98% |
| 9213 | 2023-03-07 18:33:01 | 84.34 | 97% |
| 7854 | 2023-02-24 08:49:51 | 87.71 | 96% |
| 6450 | 2023-02-06 09:17:48 | 80.94 | 98% |
| 5394 | 2023-01-27 00:45:16 | 74.66 | 96% |
| 3281 | 2023-01-03 16:51:34 | 78.16 | 98% |
| 1022 | 2022-12-01 08:26:06 | 68.65 | 96% |
| 454 | 2022-11-16 05:19:48 | 61.25 | 96% |
| 448 | 2022-11-15 18:01:02 | 62.46 | 96% |