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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2964 | 2023-05-10 21:34:23 | 117.35 | 98% |
| 2591 | 2023-01-17 20:17:50 | 124.89 | 99% |
| 1710 | 2022-11-21 02:04:48 | 124.29 | 99% |
| 1264 | 2022-09-20 21:13:36 | 113.73 | 98% |