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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21958 | 2023-09-30 15:14:38 | 145.44 | 98.4% |
| 16719 | 2023-04-22 02:56:06 | 136.80 | 97% |
| 13776 | 2022-12-23 21:42:32 | 165.60 | 98% |
| 12583 | 2022-11-07 01:01:22 | 175.81 | 99% |