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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2768 | 2024-04-28 15:56:54 | 85.03 | 96.5% |
| 2403 | 2024-04-01 04:58:59 | 100.44 | 98.6% |
| 1508 | 2024-01-12 07:00:06 | 84.33 | 95.9% |
| 870 | 2023-11-28 14:37:11 | 92.37 | 97.7% |