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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7131 | 2023-09-27 09:00:10 | 88.80 | 96.5% |
| 6219 | 2023-04-20 09:11:09 | 95.49 | 98% |
| 5953 | 2023-03-08 19:26:01 | 93.84 | 97% |