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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3816 | 2023-11-29 22:00:48 | 96.33 | 97.8% |
| 2912 | 2023-11-06 19:19:52 | 99.11 | 97% |
| 2061 | 2023-10-23 13:51:34 | 78.45 | 95.3% |
| 781 | 2023-09-26 08:41:33 | 84.41 | 96.6% |