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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1864 | 2023-08-15 12:37:06 | 54.90 | 95.8% |
| 1634 | 2023-08-05 17:04:31 | 62.48 | 96.5% |
| 896 | 2023-07-09 06:52:19 | 60.76 | 97.7% |