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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12221 | 2023-07-02 08:14:46 | 64.31 | 96% |
| 11833 | 2023-04-02 03:14:38 | 73.34 | 99% |
| 10631 | 2022-07-02 05:36:55 | 65.13 | 96% |
| 9780 | 2022-06-13 08:12:26 | 64.50 | 96% |
| 7446 | 2022-03-09 11:35:54 | 58.81 | 95% |
| 1168 | 2021-10-07 01:35:03 | 54.00 | 97% |