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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3443 | 2022-12-26 06:34:37 | 95.31 | 98% |
| 3215 | 2022-12-04 14:39:44 | 82.81 | 97% |
| 2881 | 2022-10-29 05:01:17 | 73.86 | 94% |