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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3002 | 2024-01-20 00:43:10 | 78.29 | 96.3% |
| 2995 | 2024-01-11 02:42:34 | 95.68 | 99.4% |
| 2732 | 2023-09-14 22:48:46 | 83.07 | 97% |