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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15916 | 2023-04-29 02:55:02 | 94.15 | 99% |
| 3572 | 2020-12-21 05:34:00 | 72.73 | 97% |
| 2114 | 2020-11-08 06:29:03 | 72.63 | 98% |
| 1679 | 2020-10-28 06:48:51 | 66.55 | 97% |
| 892 | 2020-09-22 12:44:21 | 66.07 | 99% |
| 154 | 2020-08-23 07:14:15 | 63.97 | 97% |