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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2274 | 2021-04-02 12:05:41 | 78.88 | 97% |
| 895 | 2021-01-31 17:19:53 | 81.32 | 98% |
| 251 | 2021-01-16 14:50:28 | 63.96 | 96% |