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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9951 | 2023-06-16 03:13:59 | 134.06 | 97% |
| 8537 | 2022-03-01 23:45:35 | 148.95 | 99% |
| 5929 | 2021-01-20 07:34:37 | 130.34 | 97% |
| 3981 | 2020-11-24 00:19:25 | 138.64 | 98% |
| 3468 | 2020-11-10 00:15:02 | 123.49 | 97% |
| 2830 | 2020-11-02 06:24:17 | 140.91 | 99% |
| 2761 | 2020-11-01 06:18:45 | 129.76 | 99% |