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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3609 | 2022-10-08 18:41:59 | 94.01 | 97% |
| 3018 | 2022-09-22 05:50:04 | 80.13 | 95% |
| 2278 | 2022-09-17 00:55:24 | 103.78 | 98% |