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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11931 | 2023-04-29 10:37:54 | 104.73 | 97% |
| 8916 | 2023-02-26 04:00:12 | 87.98 | 95% |
| 6669 | 2023-01-22 11:08:25 | 85.37 | 96% |
| 6271 | 2023-01-12 12:19:22 | 85.72 | 95% |
| 1364 | 2021-06-20 04:45:38 | 80.62 | 96% |