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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9803 | 2023-01-22 19:18:55 | 122.27 | 99% |
| 7357 | 2022-11-07 01:04:06 | 121.85 | 99% |
| 5941 | 2022-09-02 17:04:43 | 114.37 | 97% |
| 5104 | 2022-08-18 21:45:21 | 109.06 | 97% |
| 4911 | 2022-08-16 16:54:20 | 105.27 | 98% |
| 3387 | 2022-07-15 02:03:19 | 111.38 | 97% |