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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4913 | 2023-03-16 17:15:38 | 103.47 | 98% |
| 1497 | 2022-10-01 17:15:52 | 87.26 | 98% |
| 1074 | 2022-09-28 13:26:29 | 72.03 | 96% |
| 744 | 2022-09-23 21:16:11 | 81.95 | 98% |