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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1893 | 2022-12-13 04:19:34 | 96.11 | 98% |
| 1371 | 2021-02-04 08:32:23 | 65.30 | 93.6% |
| 1003 | 2021-01-16 07:44:22 | 68.24 | 96% |
| 944 | 2021-01-15 07:49:02 | 71.91 | 95% |