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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 36835 | 2022-03-04 21:21:06 | 106.05 | 98% |
| 36748 | 2022-02-21 21:29:35 | 125.32 | 99% |
| 36100 | 2021-11-22 16:54:48 | 107.13 | 98% |
| 34846 | 2021-04-05 22:18:38 | 123.60 | 99% |
| 33577 | 2021-02-25 15:21:28 | 112.97 | 98.9% |
| 33073 | 2021-02-16 20:46:18 | 91.95 | 97.3% |