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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 44265 | 2023-12-20 14:02:02 | 116.13 | 98.6% |
| 38816 | 2023-07-29 23:15:39 | 109.33 | 98% |
| 37233 | 2023-07-19 16:43:02 | 98.80 | 97% |
| 36273 | 2023-07-14 02:50:35 | 102.03 | 98% |
| 35681 | 2023-07-11 23:47:26 | 94.29 | 97% |