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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2946 | 2025-11-05 02:44:54 | 116.28 | 99% |
| 2331 | 2021-11-25 02:57:46 | 114.59 | 97% |
| 1425 | 2021-04-18 18:27:18 | 103.81 | 98% |