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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9698 | 2024-06-09 05:55:48 | 104.64 | 96.9% |
| 8380 | 2023-09-09 09:48:55 | 99.25 | 97.2% |
| 6198 | 2022-11-29 06:25:06 | 93.72 | 96% |
| 5884 | 2022-10-14 08:35:27 | 101.85 | 97% |
| 5155 | 2022-06-23 09:28:06 | 104.46 | 97% |
| 3074 | 2022-03-08 10:41:35 | 89.54 | 96% |
| 1800 | 2022-01-12 21:52:55 | 87.39 | 97% |