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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2687 | 2022-11-18 01:33:34 | 97.79 | 99% |
| 2134 | 2022-10-05 04:28:26 | 75.01 | 98% |
| 1071 | 2022-08-15 02:47:34 | 93.71 | 99% |