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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17295 | 2022-07-06 09:51:42 | 93.33 | 98% |
| 14904 | 2021-01-30 08:36:06 | 90.48 | 97% |
| 13496 | 2020-10-22 06:50:12 | 83.12 | 95% |
| 12380 | 2020-08-21 12:54:54 | 80.58 | 96% |
| 9663 | 2020-02-26 08:52:26 | 92.28 | 97% |
| 8947 | 2020-01-28 07:45:07 | 84.18 | 97% |
| 7579 | 2019-12-11 07:08:25 | 71.57 | 95% |
| 7173 | 2019-11-08 08:15:16 | 71.62 | 95% |