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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12286 | 2022-11-11 15:04:25 | 112.50 | 99% |
| 11382 | 2022-03-20 20:21:04 | 117.28 | 98% |
| 8241 | 2020-06-27 03:57:04 | 105.68 | 99% |
| 7224 | 2020-02-08 21:37:18 | 94.29 | 97% |
| 6804 | 2019-11-02 21:06:21 | 93.84 | 98% |