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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18418 | 2021-02-28 17:15:55 | 124.35 | 97.5% |
| 17640 | 2021-02-25 15:21:26 | 119.78 | 98.2% |
| 16831 | 2021-02-23 14:42:11 | 122.61 | 97% |
| 13138 | 2021-01-30 05:19:37 | 121.08 | 97.8% |
| 11538 | 2021-01-24 20:22:29 | 119.49 | 97% |
| 4935 | 2020-06-11 05:34:01 | 108.34 | 97% |
| 587 | 2020-04-10 21:35:32 | 120.90 | 99% |