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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10814 | 2024-01-03 03:55:12 | 77.70 | 97.3% |
| 4572 | 2022-12-22 08:36:31 | 75.96 | 97% |
| 4485 | 2022-12-17 06:07:12 | 69.53 | 99% |
| 4407 | 2022-12-12 01:57:24 | 71.22 | 98% |
| 3073 | 2022-10-28 13:40:58 | 81.57 | 97% |
| 2108 | 2022-09-16 12:46:20 | 73.72 | 97% |