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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10257 | 2023-05-03 15:54:19 | 88.88 | 96% |
| 9930 | 2022-11-07 01:01:33 | 118.61 | 99% |
| 9606 | 2022-09-05 19:29:34 | 107.66 | 99% |
| 6713 | 2021-05-15 13:18:43 | 112.09 | 98% |
| 5635 | 2021-04-15 08:41:25 | 90.77 | 96% |
| 3514 | 2021-01-02 07:53:05 | 98.61 | 97% |