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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5106 | 2023-06-18 20:28:40 | 82.46 | 96.2% |
| 3622 | 2022-06-29 07:52:08 | 76.78 | 96% |
| 2507 | 2021-08-15 00:59:06 | 75.57 | 95% |