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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2948 | 2024-01-24 15:00:02 | 83.89 | 96% |
| 2816 | 2024-01-19 19:12:49 | 94.48 | 97.5% |
| 2016 | 2023-11-23 10:23:03 | 99.81 | 97.1% |
| 1999 | 2023-11-22 22:08:03 | 90.87 | 96.4% |