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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3920 | 2023-01-23 18:15:59 | 71.94 | 99% |
| 3899 | 2023-01-23 06:34:44 | 72.12 | 99% |
| 1679 | 2022-05-03 00:00:36 | 68.83 | 98% |