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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26148 | 2022-04-22 17:10:13 | 112.14 | 99% |
| 25010 | 2022-01-12 20:19:50 | 106.47 | 99% |
| 24014 | 2021-11-30 16:00:33 | 106.29 | 98% |
| 23992 | 2021-11-29 13:56:49 | 114.24 | 100% |
| 22103 | 2021-09-18 16:04:36 | 117.10 | 99% |
| 20063 | 2021-04-26 15:18:04 | 107.27 | 97% |
| 19700 | 2021-04-12 02:08:03 | 120.17 | 99% |
| 17178 | 2021-02-02 16:58:05 | 112.57 | 99.1% |