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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6236 | 2022-05-14 10:51:06 | 125.15 | 98% |
| 4612 | 2021-05-31 12:46:16 | 138.52 | 98% |
| 1365 | 2020-10-10 08:46:23 | 121.45 | 98% |