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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4554 | 2024-04-05 16:52:16 | 106.99 | 97.7% |
| 1289 | 2023-06-10 11:25:46 | 87.69 | 97.6% |
| 433 | 2023-03-03 07:56:34 | 80.93 | 99% |