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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5357 | 2022-12-22 20:39:27 | 76.62 | 98% |
| 4255 | 2022-06-01 20:31:46 | 79.99 | 97% |
| 2380 | 2021-11-24 19:49:08 | 60.99 | 97% |
| 1709 | 2021-10-08 23:18:48 | 75.49 | 99% |