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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1447 | 2022-12-14 14:07:59 | 47.18 | 95% |
| 958 | 2022-11-28 14:27:54 | 59.10 | 95% |
| 443 | 2022-11-10 07:30:04 | 57.57 | 94% |