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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7383 | 2021-07-06 11:28:27 | 79.25 | 94% |
| 5799 | 2021-04-13 06:38:05 | 92.15 | 96% |
| 1789 | 2020-12-30 19:29:02 | 67.83 | 95% |