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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16172 | 2023-02-21 00:30:20 | 101.75 | 98% |
| 13588 | 2022-02-15 07:47:43 | 104.75 | 99% |
| 10445 | 2021-05-25 15:52:59 | 101.05 | 98% |
| 8555 | 2021-04-02 22:30:44 | 96.89 | 98% |
| 8527 | 2021-04-02 19:56:01 | 101.86 | 99% |
| 7664 | 2021-03-03 07:03:04 | 83.00 | 97% |
| 869 | 2020-07-03 17:50:34 | 77.69 | 97% |