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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5614 | 2023-04-03 14:24:36 | 68.61 | 96% |
| 1318 | 2021-10-25 17:51:53 | 59.40 | 96% |
| 946 | 2021-09-28 02:06:33 | 67.59 | 97% |