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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19806 | 2022-04-26 05:44:10 | 85.87 | 97% |
| 19681 | 2022-04-25 02:20:48 | 86.22 | 96% |
| 15720 | 2021-02-18 22:55:23 | 92.61 | 96.3% |
| 14663 | 2021-02-09 20:16:41 | 79.00 | 94.7% |
| 12292 | 2021-01-16 22:58:46 | 83.00 | 96% |
| 11348 | 2021-01-10 01:17:59 | 91.82 | 97% |
| 10898 | 2021-01-03 21:31:57 | 87.81 | 97% |
| 5845 | 2020-06-29 21:25:20 | 86.60 | 97% |
| 5613 | 2020-06-28 17:46:36 | 66.59 | 95% |
| 5194 | 2020-06-26 03:03:31 | 69.97 | 95% |
| 3103 | 2020-06-11 13:00:54 | 77.60 | 96% |