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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24743 | 2022-08-29 05:29:03 | 114.26 | 99% |
| 23815 | 2022-08-10 21:55:41 | 116.89 | 99% |
| 23597 | 2022-08-07 15:00:15 | 125.22 | 99% |
| 23379 | 2022-08-04 09:32:36 | 120.75 | 99% |
| 20621 | 2022-04-14 10:25:15 | 131.64 | 100% |
| 16478 | 2021-11-24 15:14:49 | 119.00 | 99% |
| 11758 | 2021-09-01 11:21:27 | 115.17 | 99% |
| 7301 | 2021-06-15 04:58:10 | 120.53 | 100% |
| 4332 | 2021-05-02 14:34:45 | 102.27 | 98% |
| 2909 | 2021-04-17 19:28:37 | 107.70 | 99% |
| 2761 | 2021-04-16 01:38:40 | 101.41 | 99% |
| 364 | 2021-03-05 16:20:28 | 88.96 | 97% |