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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3598 | 2022-05-13 12:16:34 | 108.11 | 97% |
| 3079 | 2022-05-02 14:06:19 | 113.10 | 98% |
| 2499 | 2022-04-25 11:51:56 | 108.27 | 98% |
| 1243 | 2022-03-11 06:03:47 | 96.62 | 98% |