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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 31170 | 2024-02-14 07:00:27 | 214.43 | 99.4% |
| 21445 | 2022-01-23 23:54:18 | 190.55 | 97% |
| 17752 | 2021-11-12 05:04:52 | 164.49 | 97% |
| 17287 | 2021-09-19 22:23:40 | 193.53 | 97% |
| 16765 | 2021-08-15 19:30:49 | 201.31 | 99% |
| 7820 | 2020-11-12 18:58:11 | 212.31 | 100% |