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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4295 | 2023-11-26 18:00:43 | 88.60 | 97% |
| 3635 | 2022-07-20 14:42:13 | 88.59 | 96% |
| 3199 | 2022-05-31 07:06:09 | 84.09 | 96% |
| 2923 | 2022-05-19 17:03:20 | 99.90 | 98% |
| 1663 | 2021-09-11 13:21:52 | 79.30 | 95% |