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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2248 | 2022-12-11 20:40:16 | 173.49 | 98% |
| 1326 | 2021-12-14 22:34:11 | 175.78 | 99% |
| 1233 | 2021-12-07 19:36:50 | 166.86 | 99% |
| 595 | 2021-11-05 21:16:42 | 173.11 | 99% |