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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 51844 | 2024-04-19 17:53:52 | 143.59 | 97.8% |
| 50149 | 2023-08-28 12:41:38 | 139.61 | 98% |
| 48533 | 2023-01-14 00:14:43 | 167.93 | 100% |
| 47731 | 2022-07-24 19:36:24 | 134.50 | 98% |
| 44189 | 2020-04-16 19:17:32 | 146.10 | 99% |
| 43635 | 2019-11-16 21:25:45 | 131.66 | 98% |