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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14359 | 2022-08-07 06:59:27 | 112.23 | 99% |
| 14145 | 2022-07-31 08:08:56 | 94.07 | 97% |
| 12968 | 2022-01-02 12:17:57 | 102.31 | 98% |
| 10882 | 2021-10-05 17:50:29 | 91.19 | 97% |
| 10515 | 2021-09-16 11:33:25 | 91.10 | 97% |
| 9473 | 2021-07-16 10:09:56 | 88.83 | 96% |