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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3291 | 2023-03-29 16:34:38 | 87.20 | 97% |
| 2899 | 2022-09-14 00:20:44 | 85.86 | 95% |
| 2184 | 2021-12-24 10:38:19 | 71.12 | 94% |
| 2148 | 2021-12-17 14:57:57 | 90.87 | 97% |
| 1480 | 2021-10-18 07:26:46 | 66.00 | 94% |
| 1336 | 2021-10-11 15:33:05 | 64.33 | 94% |