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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 30837 | 2022-08-07 15:00:16 | 122.06 | 99% |
| 30147 | 2022-04-30 11:25:01 | 95.60 | 98% |
| 28847 | 2021-09-02 17:44:56 | 92.91 | 97% |
| 28125 | 2021-05-08 14:06:27 | 121.28 | 99% |
| 27325 | 2021-03-14 19:06:56 | 123.47 | 100% |
| 26647 | 2021-02-14 17:47:06 | 109.65 | 98.6% |