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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3428 | 2022-11-08 15:21:35 | 53.23 | 93% |
| 2954 | 2022-04-25 06:15:02 | 55.40 | 94% |
| 2610 | 2021-05-18 06:05:56 | 54.42 | 95% |