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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6939 | 2025-06-17 10:38:25 | 100.37 | 98% |
| 6848 | 2025-06-09 05:21:17 | 97.48 | 98% |
| 5971 | 2024-08-18 05:23:41 | 84.97 | 97.5% |
| 5041 | 2023-10-07 23:19:12 | 106.06 | 99.4% |
| 2670 | 2023-01-05 05:46:36 | 105.84 | 100% |