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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2609 | 2022-09-05 01:06:00 | 83.84 | 98% |
| 2445 | 2022-05-19 17:29:16 | 80.47 | 97% |
| 1394 | 2021-12-04 01:35:18 | 61.25 | 95% |