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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1203 | 2023-03-30 12:04:24 | 46.18 | 94% |
| 992 | 2022-12-31 13:21:17 | 55.00 | 95% |
| 764 | 2022-09-04 06:12:53 | 46.10 | 94% |
| 759 | 2022-09-04 06:06:23 | 48.11 | 94% |