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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10030 | 2022-10-29 10:23:08 | 109.06 | 98% |
| 9714 | 2022-10-14 06:04:09 | 92.83 | 95% |
| 8715 | 2022-05-25 17:08:04 | 93.05 | 96% |
| 8417 | 2022-05-16 01:36:03 | 99.44 | 96% |
| 7411 | 2022-03-07 08:26:22 | 98.95 | 96% |
| 2598 | 2021-03-01 00:19:45 | 96.03 | 97% |
| 593 | 2020-12-29 06:47:48 | 83.92 | 96% |
| 500 | 2020-12-28 08:44:21 | 71.67 | 95% |