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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9443 | 2024-06-14 19:24:06 | 95.59 | 96.9% |
| 9061 | 2024-04-21 11:04:04 | 72.25 | 93.6% |
| 6118 | 2023-04-07 21:04:30 | 81.31 | 95% |
| 3063 | 2022-01-05 05:19:58 | 96.00 | 98% |
| 1999 | 2021-09-07 14:37:10 | 73.34 | 96% |
| 1048 | 2021-04-07 12:26:36 | 87.34 | 97% |