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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4611 | 2024-06-09 12:18:06 | 69.85 | 98.3% |
| 1001 | 2023-10-01 08:13:00 | 60.27 | 96% |
| 693 | 2023-09-26 15:35:55 | 61.74 | 97.2% |