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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 104411 | 2022-08-14 18:55:11 | 128.46 | 99% |
| 96631 | 2021-07-24 10:13:20 | 116.76 | 98% |
| 95942 | 2021-07-06 09:58:11 | 127.95 | 99% |
| 92858 | 2021-03-16 04:58:39 | 113.45 | 98% |
| 92474 | 2021-02-27 10:50:09 | 125.51 | 98.8% |
| 91872 | 2021-01-17 09:12:16 | 118.24 | 98% |
| 91860 | 2021-01-16 11:33:22 | 113.17 | 98% |
| 90540 | 2020-12-09 08:09:17 | 119.86 | 98% |
| 88925 | 2020-10-23 07:54:35 | 112.22 | 98% |
| 86024 | 2020-08-03 03:33:15 | 128.60 | 98% |
| 77136 | 2019-11-01 06:36:47 | 117.46 | 98% |
| 74830 | 2019-09-08 06:41:21 | 111.45 | 98% |
| 74829 | 2019-09-08 06:38:56 | 102.47 | 96% |