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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6424 | 2023-12-08 09:14:20 | 117.15 | 98% |
| 4613 | 2023-01-17 02:48:19 | 108.29 | 98% |
| 3670 | 2022-04-17 04:16:55 | 106.45 | 99% |
| 3270 | 2022-03-31 09:14:11 | 89.29 | 97% |
| 1048 | 2021-09-15 03:34:34 | 79.01 | 95% |
| 30 | 2021-08-18 08:42:32 | 73.32 | 96% |