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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5025 | 2022-06-20 18:17:22 | 111.22 | 98% |
| 3772 | 2022-01-08 06:49:20 | 104.99 | 98% |
| 3552 | 2021-12-06 19:33:38 | 99.04 | 96% |
| 3029 | 2021-10-09 04:45:30 | 104.49 | 98% |