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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5686 | 2021-03-21 09:12:16 | 82.58 | 95% |
| 5113 | 2021-03-07 20:59:33 | 83.78 | 96% |
| 453 | 2020-10-07 21:01:41 | 80.73 | 97% |