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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8312 | 2022-04-19 03:33:19 | 74.36 | 97% |
| 3812 | 2019-12-29 03:54:24 | 65.23 | 96% |
| 2933 | 2019-11-02 03:14:06 | 65.07 | 96% |