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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8351 | 2022-02-24 18:46:52 | 89.98 | 98% |
| 6215 | 2021-10-15 14:28:25 | 88.29 | 98% |
| 4846 | 2021-03-06 15:15:06 | 73.18 | 96% |
| 4018 | 2021-02-10 11:37:07 | 77.64 | 96.7% |
| 1065 | 2020-05-08 13:03:32 | 64.53 | 95% |