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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10565 | 2022-08-10 05:58:23 | 93.86 | 96% |
| 3720 | 2021-08-20 06:37:27 | 66.62 | 92% |
| 337 | 2020-10-20 05:19:43 | 73.94 | 96% |