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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13176 | 2022-10-17 20:31:38 | 158.31 | 97% |
| 11507 | 2022-04-12 14:27:24 | 173.61 | 100% |
| 11350 | 2022-03-02 20:11:16 | 157.66 | 99% |
| 11245 | 2021-12-23 22:34:16 | 158.97 | 98% |
| 9904 | 2021-09-13 12:48:43 | 166.36 | 99% |
| 8430 | 2020-11-16 01:11:52 | 169.31 | 99% |