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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1827 | 2023-02-22 11:50:03 | 82.59 | 97% |
| 1202 | 2021-03-10 14:31:20 | 72.95 | 97% |
| 763 | 2021-02-06 07:55:34 | 65.59 | 96% |