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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6914 | 2024-09-24 21:34:50 | 79.72 | 98% |
| 2444 | 2023-01-29 20:02:22 | 61.64 | 96% |
| 48 | 2022-11-23 12:22:49 | 43.10 | 96% |