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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5030 | 2023-04-30 11:19:37 | 88.18 | 98% |
| 4721 | 2023-03-08 08:50:57 | 86.66 | 98% |
| 4460 | 2023-01-27 16:43:59 | 79.19 | 98% |
| 3592 | 2022-01-07 07:28:16 | 77.12 | 99% |
| 2508 | 2021-04-21 07:57:46 | 73.60 | 98% |