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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1777 | 2022-12-24 15:54:30 | 72.81 | 97% |
| 1582 | 2022-09-15 11:37:52 | 86.07 | 98% |
| 1488 | 2022-06-06 13:30:11 | 87.65 | 98% |