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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10894 | 2023-04-30 16:08:15 | 81.90 | 98% |
| 10013 | 2023-03-19 20:48:09 | 71.97 | 96% |
| 1758 | 2022-05-11 02:06:40 | 62.53 | 96% |
| 1056 | 2022-04-20 00:41:06 | 60.33 | 96% |
| 931 | 2022-04-11 02:50:46 | 58.35 | 95% |
| 765 | 2022-04-06 23:59:52 | 62.68 | 96% |