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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6489 | 2022-06-09 17:05:33 | 110.69 | 96% |
| 5477 | 2022-05-25 21:57:21 | 113.43 | 97% |
| 3565 | 2022-04-15 09:42:38 | 111.95 | 97% |
| 2746 | 2022-03-30 13:38:26 | 127.69 | 97% |