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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5667 | 2023-02-11 06:24:32 | 174.77 | 99% |
| 5438 | 2023-02-06 07:59:38 | 191.90 | 99% |
| 4393 | 2022-12-19 04:57:38 | 167.79 | 99% |