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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11327 | 2024-06-05 11:10:35 | 87.07 | 97.5% |
| 10987 | 2024-05-06 04:08:30 | 89.17 | 99.7% |
| 9868 | 2021-12-01 22:01:01 | 84.89 | 99% |
| 7198 | 2021-01-01 21:55:34 | 91.18 | 98% |