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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3618 | 2021-06-15 10:36:02 | 51.32 | 95% |
| 2311 | 2021-01-27 14:05:45 | 53.90 | 96% |
| 2274 | 2021-01-26 15:28:30 | 63.56 | 97% |