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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 46220 | 2024-09-28 14:56:05 | 141.46 | 98.1% |
| 40280 | 2024-07-24 12:41:25 | 147.41 | 97.8% |
| 34040 | 2024-04-19 11:17:15 | 129.13 | 97.1% |
| 33947 | 2024-04-17 12:00:02 | 144.11 | 98.6% |
| 27325 | 2023-12-29 09:58:42 | 140.70 | 97.8% |
| 22968 | 2023-11-12 05:57:56 | 141.23 | 97.9% |
| 21863 | 2023-11-05 07:53:53 | 147.65 | 98.6% |
| 18159 | 2023-10-04 04:27:46 | 141.95 | 97.8% |
| 13328 | 2023-07-10 16:59:56 | 139.92 | 98.7% |
| 11931 | 2023-06-18 12:29:26 | 148.80 | 97.5% |
| 11208 | 2023-06-10 07:40:56 | 130.80 | 98.9% |
| 10187 | 2023-05-07 09:35:10 | 132.68 | 98% |
| 6873 | 2023-04-09 09:25:35 | 123.72 | 98% |