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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9526 | 2024-01-09 15:48:36 | 74.42 | 94% |
| 7082 | 2023-07-10 05:47:24 | 85.50 | 97.8% |
| 4121 | 2023-01-13 13:04:18 | 68.85 | 94% |