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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17586 | 2023-04-06 13:19:04 | 195.02 | 99% |
| 15655 | 2022-09-23 14:58:57 | 186.62 | 99% |
| 15080 | 2022-09-07 16:04:52 | 181.30 | 99% |
| 14661 | 2022-08-26 17:58:18 | 179.33 | 99% |
| 14542 | 2022-08-25 14:50:47 | 166.60 | 99% |
| 8309 | 2020-05-07 11:11:58 | 173.78 | 99% |
| 7557 | 2020-04-22 15:37:49 | 174.77 | 100% |
| 7017 | 2020-04-12 19:21:54 | 168.11 | 99% |