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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 433 | 2023-08-10 14:58:43 | 71.72 | 95.3% |
| 399 | 2023-08-04 12:57:38 | 76.07 | 96.9% |
| 104 | 2023-04-02 11:50:06 | 53.98 | 94% |