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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7332 | 2023-12-15 16:42:48 | 70.22 | 96.6% |
| 5074 | 2023-09-16 09:11:06 | 69.83 | 97.5% |
| 4629 | 2023-09-05 17:43:07 | 67.58 | 98.1% |
| 4171 | 2023-08-04 17:35:20 | 64.47 | 98.1% |
| 2142 | 2021-02-14 23:05:49 | 60.21 | 96.5% |
| 1665 | 2020-08-17 21:07:50 | 51.47 | 94% |