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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10062 | 2024-07-25 05:43:33 | 148.32 | 97.9% |
| 6765 | 2023-04-08 04:19:42 | 154.60 | 98% |
| 5706 | 2022-11-19 21:55:19 | 151.87 | 99% |
| 1733 | 2022-04-13 23:26:08 | 145.45 | 99% |
| 1315 | 2022-04-05 01:31:06 | 157.53 | 99% |
| 489 | 2022-03-08 02:59:48 | 157.10 | 99% |