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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28062 | 2022-03-25 01:03:57 | 174.57 | 98% |
| 27459 | 2022-01-30 23:53:06 | 124.82 | 96% |
| 27222 | 2021-12-22 04:59:04 | 149.82 | 99% |
| 26709 | 2021-12-07 17:18:00 | 145.18 | 98% |
| 26176 | 2021-07-25 04:12:31 | 111.98 | 97% |