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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27584 | 2021-11-28 03:31:34 | 117.17 | 98% |
| 27492 | 2021-11-18 08:09:28 | 122.91 | 99% |
| 24244 | 2021-06-19 08:37:04 | 113.28 | 98% |
| 23494 | 2021-05-30 15:07:58 | 108.11 | 97% |
| 18053 | 2021-01-03 00:59:49 | 104.91 | 97% |
| 11774 | 2020-06-15 01:22:25 | 110.07 | 99% |
| 11504 | 2020-06-09 03:49:44 | 110.56 | 99% |