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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10576 | 2024-02-12 14:24:38 | 85.81 | 96.9% |
| 7605 | 2022-08-17 17:28:43 | 88.94 | 97% |
| 1823 | 2022-02-05 23:07:44 | 60.47 | 95% |