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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10539 | 2024-01-22 03:28:41 | 101.78 | 97% |
| 7383 | 2022-11-08 09:41:49 | 94.03 | 97% |
| 6863 | 2022-06-20 15:24:47 | 97.57 | 97% |
| 2872 | 2021-12-03 08:38:51 | 87.09 | 97% |