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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11379 | 2023-09-11 22:44:44 | 67.53 | 98.3% |
| 9970 | 2023-05-13 23:31:54 | 68.13 | 99% |
| 5083 | 2023-01-13 12:39:28 | 72.14 | 99% |
| 4604 | 2023-01-03 03:05:23 | 60.40 | 98% |
| 1207 | 2022-09-23 09:36:59 | 53.94 | 98% |