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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7965 | 2024-02-28 06:59:14 | 103.88 | 99.7% |
| 7173 | 2024-01-27 13:43:33 | 84.87 | 98.9% |
| 6067 | 2022-05-15 14:23:20 | 88.95 | 99% |
| 4884 | 2022-04-01 14:32:41 | 78.45 | 98% |
| 3768 | 2021-10-04 08:15:38 | 97.61 | 99% |