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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 36729 | 2024-03-16 07:13:17 | 192.33 | 100% |
| 36046 | 2024-01-19 00:22:39 | 184.77 | 99.7% |
| 35638 | 2023-12-08 01:28:01 | 180.88 | 99.7% |
| 35210 | 2023-11-15 20:19:26 | 173.01 | 99.4% |
| 33891 | 2023-10-05 02:20:00 | 153.37 | 99% |
| 30669 | 2023-09-11 03:14:14 | 168.83 | 99% |
| 29515 | 2023-09-04 15:58:14 | 149.29 | 99% |
| 26713 | 2023-03-26 03:45:58 | 174.96 | 99% |
| 17818 | 2022-10-25 00:59:10 | 148.92 | 99% |
| 1555 | 2020-07-26 01:38:32 | 166.20 | 100% |
| 1433 | 2020-07-25 16:51:23 | 158.21 | 99% |