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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16657 | 2022-09-02 17:04:41 | 122.11 | 98% |
| 16078 | 2022-06-20 18:04:23 | 122.45 | 98% |
| 13671 | 2021-08-28 16:22:16 | 125.69 | 98% |
| 9496 | 2021-03-05 17:39:29 | 119.52 | 98% |
| 8537 | 2021-02-19 12:38:01 | 93.00 | 96.6% |
| 4116 | 2021-01-12 16:28:10 | 84.64 | 95% |
| 241 | 2019-10-28 10:39:27 | 62.16 | 95% |