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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18793 | 2023-12-05 11:48:45 | 88.54 | 96.6% |
| 16996 | 2023-07-27 04:00:04 | 87.23 | 95.8% |
| 15145 | 2021-10-03 05:49:41 | 81.97 | 97% |
| 14238 | 2021-07-24 06:12:51 | 74.92 | 97% |
| 12976 | 2021-06-02 13:31:16 | 67.10 | 98% |
| 3573 | 2020-09-16 15:32:30 | 67.29 | 97% |