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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5977 | 2022-09-25 01:28:16 | 132.02 | 99% |
| 5534 | 2022-08-31 01:04:54 | 125.90 | 97% |
| 5338 | 2022-08-24 02:09:57 | 131.61 | 99% |
| 3282 | 2022-05-06 02:17:44 | 115.43 | 98% |