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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3243 | 2022-07-08 10:18:18 | 66.72 | 96% |
| 2777 | 2022-02-24 18:23:03 | 62.77 | 96% |
| 1510 | 2022-01-13 16:51:24 | 57.00 | 94% |