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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16726 | 2023-06-11 10:37:00 | 166.79 | 99% |
| 13712 | 2022-10-10 14:19:11 | 173.78 | 99% |
| 12923 | 2021-08-19 18:57:42 | 180.47 | 100% |
| 8556 | 2021-05-11 08:05:30 | 152.55 | 98% |