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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5652 | 2025-04-26 08:57:39 | 84.19 | 97.1% |
| 5560 | 2025-04-24 10:12:50 | 92.47 | 98.6% |
| 1608 | 2022-05-31 02:01:52 | 63.73 | 97% |
| 155 | 2022-03-06 02:57:47 | 71.52 | 98% |