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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 33434 | 2024-01-21 16:26:05 | 97.78 | 96.1% |
| 28255 | 2023-01-14 13:07:56 | 99.45 | 97% |
| 25378 | 2022-07-25 04:08:11 | 111.26 | 98% |
| 22203 | 2021-12-11 14:39:34 | 103.44 | 98% |
| 21119 | 2021-08-20 18:35:27 | 103.99 | 98% |
| 19461 | 2021-05-07 05:24:22 | 99.43 | 98% |