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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7499 | 2023-01-26 18:05:33 | 64.14 | 95% |
| 2569 | 2022-11-18 01:33:47 | 62.02 | 96% |
| 1680 | 2022-11-06 06:27:35 | 54.68 | 95% |