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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10626 | 2024-04-04 11:10:20 | 84.26 | 98.6% |
| 9725 | 2023-02-24 14:34:01 | 78.35 | 100% |
| 6837 | 2021-12-29 02:59:47 | 58.59 | 99% |
| 5937 | 2021-12-12 15:47:10 | 70.77 | 97% |
| 5704 | 2021-12-08 03:50:24 | 60.42 | 97% |
| 3439 | 2021-09-09 14:41:15 | 81.01 | 99% |
| 2177 | 2021-08-22 15:11:11 | 66.91 | 97% |
| 1339 | 2021-08-16 04:16:20 | 60.95 | 96% |