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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11178 | 2022-04-12 05:30:06 | 100.95 | 97% |
| 7525 | 2021-12-24 13:02:46 | 102.29 | 98% |
| 3242 | 2021-03-06 09:27:47 | 92.29 | 98% |