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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3051 | 2022-11-04 06:40:10 | 93.28 | 96% |
| 2298 | 2022-07-15 06:32:33 | 87.66 | 97% |
| 47 | 2022-03-30 20:31:23 | 62.94 | 95% |