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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12282 | 2022-07-14 08:25:45 | 95.90 | 99% |
| 10899 | 2022-03-01 14:18:23 | 93.66 | 98% |
| 7236 | 2021-11-15 19:28:38 | 86.02 | 97% |