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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1278 | 2022-06-09 20:06:31 | 99.73 | 96% |
| 393 | 2022-05-01 23:11:55 | 106.62 | 98% |
| 169 | 2022-04-08 23:01:54 | 100.49 | 98% |