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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8631 | 2024-10-04 10:10:49 | 85.01 | 97.1% |
| 7251 | 2023-07-09 06:51:51 | 107.30 | 98.6% |
| 2345 | 2021-10-01 09:16:05 | 90.02 | 98% |