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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5894 | 2024-10-06 19:11:32 | 91.43 | 97.3% |
| 5731 | 2023-10-19 00:33:38 | 91.58 | 96.7% |
| 1306 | 2020-01-21 14:53:44 | 62.89 | 93% |