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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11702 | 2023-11-13 07:04:28 | 121.03 | 99.1% |
| 6964 | 2022-08-07 06:59:28 | 106.57 | 98% |
| 2184 | 2022-02-08 20:41:25 | 77.28 | 97% |