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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9388 | 2023-12-08 21:58:07 | 95.70 | 97.8% |
| 8423 | 2023-09-29 14:17:50 | 93.43 | 96.5% |
| 8252 | 2023-09-20 15:43:12 | 90.57 | 97% |
| 7371 | 2023-08-19 17:25:19 | 92.48 | 97% |
| 4542 | 2022-07-13 11:22:42 | 92.35 | 96% |
| 1780 | 2021-06-21 17:16:52 | 74.93 | 96% |