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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4876 | 2022-06-07 14:05:02 | 74.29 | 97% |
| 4644 | 2022-05-03 04:35:13 | 97.05 | 99% |
| 2621 | 2021-11-29 14:41:24 | 78.26 | 97% |
| 2521 | 2021-11-25 14:23:10 | 86.38 | 99% |