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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10254 | 2025-02-10 04:38:34 | 94.36 | 96.9% |
| 3864 | 2021-07-05 04:36:17 | 92.43 | 99% |
| 3760 | 2021-07-02 05:16:28 | 94.76 | 98% |