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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18972 | 2021-09-04 04:39:40 | 93.18 | 96% |
| 16348 | 2021-07-31 02:08:14 | 105.44 | 98% |
| 10123 | 2021-03-30 14:16:28 | 89.42 | 96% |
| 9142 | 2021-03-22 07:14:56 | 99.06 | 98% |
| 8875 | 2021-03-18 01:42:57 | 101.63 | 98% |
| 8741 | 2021-03-14 06:01:07 | 76.21 | 96% |
| 6241 | 2021-01-28 07:14:08 | 98.12 | 96.5% |
| 5899 | 2021-01-23 05:06:58 | 90.39 | 96% |
| 1098 | 2020-09-13 04:33:45 | 75.71 | 97% |