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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13478 | 2022-11-11 01:39:05 | 90.67 | 98% |
| 13104 | 2022-10-13 09:17:08 | 75.61 | 98% |
| 10533 | 2022-01-27 14:08:10 | 83.99 | 98% |
| 8695 | 2021-08-12 02:47:43 | 80.32 | 97% |
| 8185 | 2021-07-16 04:06:00 | 89.84 | 97% |
| 6219 | 2021-03-23 23:07:58 | 75.89 | 97% |
| 5025 | 2021-01-12 09:12:01 | 91.50 | 98% |