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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10055 | 2023-05-18 17:31:55 | 96.99 | 97.7% |
| 6624 | 2022-10-13 15:26:17 | 81.77 | 97% |
| 4343 | 2021-11-26 17:22:55 | 78.84 | 97% |
| 2715 | 2021-05-15 18:37:28 | 61.41 | 96% |
| 1585 | 2021-03-13 14:25:08 | 53.24 | 97% |
| 1499 | 2021-03-09 15:36:47 | 34.04 | 96% |