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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4566 | 2023-12-11 15:19:57 | 84.41 | 96.1% |
| 2922 | 2022-04-15 18:11:14 | 90.12 | 97% |
| 2681 | 2022-03-08 18:36:46 | 91.42 | 98% |