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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6881 | 2025-07-10 11:21:37 | 97.72 | 96% |
| 5226 | 2023-12-26 11:54:19 | 100.78 | 97.5% |
| 4057 | 2023-06-24 04:27:33 | 99.87 | 96.3% |