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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3606 | 2024-05-23 14:38:46 | 128.50 | 99.4% |
| 2508 | 2024-02-22 15:04:04 | 109.50 | 98% |
| 2359 | 2024-02-06 16:29:28 | 123.26 | 98.8% |
| 1888 | 2024-01-04 15:16:50 | 104.63 | 97.1% |