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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1081 | 2022-08-31 15:51:38 | 79.77 | 98% |
| 727 | 2022-07-24 18:36:41 | 82.05 | 98% |
| 214 | 2022-07-13 16:33:02 | 82.32 | 99% |