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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9454 | 2025-04-14 22:22:07 | 121.00 | 97.6% |
| 7492 | 2024-11-18 03:12:12 | 127.85 | 99.1% |
| 4980 | 2024-03-21 21:38:34 | 136.30 | 99.7% |
| 549 | 2023-09-08 22:11:09 | 105.44 | 97.8% |
| 158 | 2023-08-26 21:51:16 | 95.25 | 97.6% |