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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6995 | 2024-05-01 10:40:22 | 87.38 | 98.3% |
| 1721 | 2022-12-13 21:05:31 | 59.61 | 97% |
| 1604 | 2022-12-06 11:02:17 | 68.71 | 98% |