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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17069 | 2025-08-15 18:24:21 | 90.10 | 99% |
| 6972 | 2024-07-22 20:25:16 | 87.14 | 97.3% |
| 5929 | 2024-07-02 19:36:17 | 96.12 | 98.8% |
| 1065 | 2022-03-11 15:20:15 | 80.21 | 97% |