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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22961 | 2025-02-18 18:32:56 | 115.98 | 98.8% |
| 20169 | 2024-11-08 18:23:48 | 122.82 | 98.6% |
| 18991 | 2024-10-02 23:30:04 | 96.87 | 96.1% |
| 17414 | 2024-08-26 21:14:24 | 134.78 | 99.7% |
| 14521 | 2024-05-05 04:34:08 | 125.93 | 99.4% |
| 11250 | 2023-01-10 19:12:29 | 114.47 | 99% |
| 9403 | 2022-08-14 23:56:12 | 117.73 | 99% |
| 8663 | 2022-04-08 02:25:47 | 119.89 | 99% |
| 7663 | 2022-02-21 23:15:48 | 119.54 | 99% |