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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4708 | 2023-04-20 09:11:21 | 73.36 | 94% |
| 2885 | 2023-03-14 12:50:17 | 70.94 | 94% |
| 396 | 2023-01-04 12:37:10 | 63.48 | 95% |