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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24925 | 2022-02-14 15:01:47 | 101.25 | 97% |
| 23634 | 2021-11-18 22:51:45 | 131.65 | 100% |
| 18614 | 2021-05-26 23:27:19 | 97.68 | 97% |
| 17778 | 2021-04-19 20:00:14 | 92.78 | 97% |
| 17704 | 2021-04-17 19:55:10 | 100.54 | 98% |
| 14545 | 2020-12-22 01:54:01 | 101.27 | 98% |
| 14449 | 2020-12-20 20:51:59 | 107.32 | 99% |
| 9136 | 2020-09-23 19:42:28 | 93.54 | 97% |
| 5431 | 2020-06-26 09:44:40 | 87.31 | 96% |
| 5076 | 2020-06-13 12:44:36 | 90.60 | 99% |
| 4016 | 2020-05-29 11:51:28 | 70.30 | 95% |
| 1818 | 2020-05-13 18:05:26 | 74.45 | 95% |