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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 38640 | 2023-01-01 02:20:55 | 141.09 | 98% |
| 37769 | 2022-12-24 01:23:42 | 147.53 | 98% |
| 36341 | 2022-12-12 21:28:15 | 169.14 | 100% |
| 30212 | 2022-10-23 19:29:52 | 148.85 | 99% |
| 27688 | 2022-10-02 15:51:10 | 140.09 | 99% |
| 26225 | 2022-09-04 18:58:58 | 142.99 | 99% |
| 23713 | 2022-08-09 20:03:36 | 139.99 | 99% |
| 14340 | 2021-02-27 20:56:41 | 152.61 | 99% |
| 13237 | 2021-02-18 22:09:39 | 136.70 | 98.7% |
| 12929 | 2021-02-14 17:46:55 | 155.68 | 99.4% |
| 3214 | 2020-11-10 00:15:04 | 116.52 | 97% |
| 2604 | 2020-11-05 21:21:44 | 149.10 | 99% |
| 501 | 2020-08-12 21:35:27 | 113.27 | 96% |