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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26268 | 2021-02-23 00:00:00 | 87.06 | 96% |
| 25136 | 2021-01-15 07:15:10 | 103.30 | 98% |
| 24737 | 2021-01-06 04:34:53 | 96.39 | 95% |
| 24593 | 2021-01-02 08:05:51 | 113.86 | 98% |
| 17565 | 2020-06-11 20:51:43 | 103.28 | 97% |
| 10626 | 2020-01-13 03:46:17 | 87.51 | 96% |
| 9948 | 2019-12-26 01:47:54 | 94.88 | 96% |
| 7847 | 2019-11-07 03:04:28 | 101.84 | 97% |