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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23835 | 2024-02-09 08:53:22 | 143.60 | 97.3% |
| 19242 | 2023-06-27 23:02:45 | 177.69 | 98% |
| 18129 | 2023-05-27 21:03:57 | 164.20 | 98% |
| 17042 | 2023-03-03 10:30:20 | 170.08 | 98% |
| 13340 | 2022-06-14 17:40:04 | 166.39 | 100% |
| 12773 | 2022-05-27 06:55:08 | 139.49 | 98% |
| 12198 | 2022-05-03 02:41:20 | 163.92 | 99% |
| 10749 | 2022-02-07 09:16:23 | 175.69 | 99% |
| 10307 | 2022-01-01 05:59:28 | 155.55 | 98% |
| 8038 | 2021-08-17 22:54:30 | 179.42 | 98% |
| 7864 | 2021-08-12 04:12:39 | 157.92 | 99% |
| 5799 | 2021-05-29 09:39:39 | 142.22 | 97% |
| 4280 | 2021-03-31 05:10:41 | 176.77 | 99% |
| 4027 | 2021-03-28 01:41:23 | 167.81 | 99% |
| 3743 | 2021-03-25 07:05:18 | 163.69 | 99% |
| 1719 | 2021-02-03 22:08:21 | 169.27 | 99.7% |
| 1299 | 2021-01-23 04:22:41 | 151.94 | 98% |