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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2093 | 2022-08-27 19:18:37 | 86.57 | 98% |
| 1893 | 2022-04-19 12:52:14 | 151.59 | 99% |
| 1595 | 2022-01-27 06:26:52 | 134.35 | 99% |
| 1261 | 2021-11-22 07:32:23 | 137.17 | 99% |