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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11191 | 2023-02-25 16:42:32 | 112.45 | 99% |
| 11173 | 2023-02-18 19:45:14 | 110.92 | 98% |
| 2325 | 2021-03-29 22:37:14 | 84.37 | 96% |
| 2030 | 2021-03-25 22:06:14 | 90.18 | 96% |
| 960 | 2021-03-08 20:40:02 | 91.62 | 97% |
| 895 | 2021-03-08 16:17:42 | 86.19 | 97% |
| 300 | 2021-02-05 03:03:05 | 76.19 | 95.5% |