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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15673 | 2022-08-13 16:32:57 | 157.00 | 98% |
| 14319 | 2021-11-24 15:14:40 | 163.51 | 99% |
| 12303 | 2021-05-05 18:06:56 | 131.30 | 97% |
| 11252 | 2021-03-14 17:58:04 | 139.49 | 97% |
| 3631 | 2019-09-16 12:07:27 | 106.31 | 95% |