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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14066 | 2023-01-16 19:21:46 | 114.35 | 98% |
| 12816 | 2022-06-01 21:58:01 | 115.02 | 98% |
| 12284 | 2022-04-30 15:10:17 | 116.89 | 99% |
| 5553 | 2020-09-09 18:56:42 | 103.77 | 97% |