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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5482 | 2022-06-03 05:50:21 | 76.95 | 98% |
| 5183 | 2022-04-18 17:21:30 | 69.95 | 98% |
| 4744 | 2022-02-02 12:49:40 | 82.06 | 100% |