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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3882 | 2023-04-10 12:45:01 | 57.88 | 97% |
| 1707 | 2023-02-02 15:19:59 | 56.12 | 98% |
| 594 | 2023-01-17 12:42:48 | 46.85 | 98% |
| 213 | 2023-01-13 15:11:01 | 41.88 | 96% |