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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 91912 | 2022-01-26 17:42:40 | 102.40 | 97% |
| 87561 | 2021-09-25 16:12:28 | 104.88 | 97% |
| 85560 | 2021-02-28 17:16:03 | 98.80 | 97.1% |
| 81067 | 2020-11-29 09:30:42 | 113.13 | 98% |
| 74549 | 2020-07-28 12:46:48 | 106.61 | 98% |
| 74048 | 2020-07-21 04:03:47 | 95.67 | 97% |
| 70568 | 2020-05-26 03:54:42 | 105.50 | 98% |