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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 59518 | 2023-10-05 18:03:06 | 142.78 | 98.1% |
| 56834 | 2023-02-24 18:23:04 | 124.75 | 98% |
| 54439 | 2022-11-18 13:44:51 | 113.83 | 97% |