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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 32473 | 2025-10-06 05:57:08 | 115.48 | 99% |
| 31840 | 2025-09-08 06:36:26 | 99.36 | 98% |
| 30884 | 2025-08-09 14:33:40 | 99.72 | 100% |
| 20908 | 2024-03-28 23:44:47 | 105.92 | 99.1% |
| 20227 | 2023-12-29 12:56:12 | 108.48 | 98.8% |
| 14168 | 2022-11-20 11:00:56 | 89.61 | 98% |
| 4508 | 2021-03-20 16:05:38 | 84.63 | 99% |