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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4282 | 2022-02-24 14:28:49 | 87.66 | 95% |
| 2889 | 2021-09-08 14:53:31 | 83.58 | 95% |
| 2425 | 2021-08-15 13:16:44 | 86.53 | 95% |
| 2128 | 2021-03-02 18:37:00 | 99.33 | 97% |
| 1687 | 2021-01-16 12:17:35 | 86.26 | 95% |
| 967 | 2020-12-24 14:49:52 | 94.68 | 98% |
| 865 | 2020-03-29 11:19:03 | 86.18 | 96% |