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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 51734 | 2023-02-26 03:52:14 | 165.65 | 99% |
| 50431 | 2022-04-23 03:39:11 | 164.95 | 99% |
| 50391 | 2022-04-23 03:01:17 | 144.29 | 97% |
| 50180 | 2022-04-16 04:23:13 | 135.88 | 99% |
| 50019 | 2022-04-16 02:00:17 | 153.62 | 98% |
| 47999 | 2022-02-08 09:55:40 | 145.12 | 98% |
| 43966 | 2021-06-20 09:44:30 | 159.98 | 98% |
| 43323 | 2021-03-07 19:39:09 | 166.64 | 99% |