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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9923 | 2022-01-21 20:01:40 | 121.88 | 96% |
| 9915 | 2022-01-20 01:42:57 | 87.44 | 93% |
| 9211 | 2020-06-24 16:34:01 | 101.71 | 95% |