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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6508 | 2024-10-28 16:33:46 | 110.21 | 97.7% |
| 4976 | 2023-08-01 14:28:47 | 113.71 | 98.4% |
| 2788 | 2021-12-27 12:26:41 | 115.67 | 98% |