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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11974 | 2022-04-25 05:02:53 | 110.86 | 98% |
| 11957 | 2022-04-24 05:36:26 | 106.10 | 97% |
| 9176 | 2021-07-30 05:02:41 | 116.56 | 98% |
| 7886 | 2021-06-28 03:53:29 | 122.71 | 98% |
| 6454 | 2021-06-04 02:55:36 | 107.38 | 97% |
| 5593 | 2021-05-18 01:12:51 | 93.03 | 96% |
| 4963 | 2021-05-08 03:11:04 | 96.62 | 97% |
| 3059 | 2021-04-17 00:29:00 | 95.51 | 97% |
| 2806 | 2021-04-14 20:36:12 | 100.15 | 97% |
| 451 | 2021-03-13 02:45:32 | 83.66 | 96% |