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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29018 | 2024-03-29 09:20:45 | 98.14 | 96.6% |
| 26831 | 2023-02-18 10:38:15 | 98.38 | 97% |
| 19850 | 2022-04-06 11:52:15 | 88.38 | 97% |
| 19073 | 2022-03-29 17:14:37 | 99.56 | 96% |
| 14671 | 2022-02-03 08:27:39 | 85.53 | 97% |
| 13894 | 2022-01-11 17:16:57 | 78.00 | 97% |
| 13274 | 2021-12-27 06:11:45 | 63.26 | 96% |
| 13130 | 2021-12-25 13:37:01 | 87.46 | 97% |
| 8273 | 2021-11-07 16:40:57 | 77.22 | 95% |
| 7194 | 2021-09-28 12:58:56 | 86.02 | 97% |