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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6305 | 2023-01-10 00:13:48 | 101.76 | 99% |
| 4648 | 2021-08-13 02:41:17 | 90.82 | 98% |
| 1517 | 2020-09-07 08:32:23 | 93.32 | 98% |