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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12990 | 2022-10-25 15:49:37 | 85.87 | 97% |
| 12922 | 2022-10-23 13:21:22 | 89.53 | 96% |
| 10794 | 2022-07-17 17:16:20 | 100.93 | 97% |
| 5454 | 2022-01-14 18:21:56 | 77.97 | 95% |
| 4362 | 2021-12-25 09:37:48 | 85.68 | 96% |