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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3409 | 2022-06-04 18:19:18 | 95.27 | 98% |
| 836 | 2021-09-06 05:27:02 | 61.55 | 95% |
| 612 | 2021-09-01 16:31:31 | 62.11 | 96% |