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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5277 | 2022-12-22 17:46:25 | 82.95 | 95% |
| 2925 | 2021-08-27 08:49:04 | 73.55 | 96% |
| 179 | 2021-06-12 15:31:23 | 45.33 | 94% |