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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27347 | 2022-04-06 16:16:26 | 152.89 | 99% |
| 26949 | 2022-03-28 19:44:57 | 143.29 | 98% |
| 26310 | 2022-03-16 20:51:33 | 154.28 | 99% |
| 25186 | 2022-02-24 05:06:30 | 161.87 | 100% |
| 24728 | 2022-02-19 21:23:09 | 149.79 | 98% |
| 21599 | 2021-12-18 08:07:01 | 138.74 | 98% |
| 21450 | 2021-12-12 19:38:17 | 139.76 | 98% |
| 19909 | 2021-11-02 19:43:03 | 146.88 | 99% |
| 19885 | 2021-11-02 18:20:02 | 146.55 | 98% |
| 19762 | 2021-10-31 17:07:14 | 143.93 | 98% |
| 19171 | 2021-10-24 01:45:07 | 141.75 | 99% |
| 13002 | 2021-06-18 08:29:30 | 141.94 | 99% |
| 8822 | 2020-03-08 04:02:06 | 145.28 | 99% |
| 7512 | 2019-12-26 12:51:07 | 146.83 | 100% |