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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18176 | 2023-04-24 04:16:38 | 71.39 | 98% |
| 15334 | 2022-12-27 08:18:05 | 65.79 | 99% |
| 14050 | 2022-11-26 13:11:20 | 54.55 | 96% |
| 13466 | 2022-11-18 17:00:38 | 51.93 | 96% |
| 13089 | 2022-11-12 15:45:33 | 49.08 | 94% |
| 11617 | 2022-10-17 16:54:53 | 64.93 | 98% |