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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13917 | 2022-10-14 20:29:30 | 148.60 | 99% |
| 12401 | 2022-08-14 23:56:03 | 156.75 | 99% |
| 11452 | 2022-07-16 20:53:46 | 148.24 | 99% |
| 9305 | 2022-02-03 23:03:48 | 160.22 | 100% |
| 8787 | 2021-12-21 18:32:43 | 137.48 | 99% |