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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7416 | 2021-08-20 15:12:57 | 53.25 | 97% |
| 5207 | 2021-04-14 06:25:44 | 74.40 | 99% |
| 4789 | 2021-03-24 16:21:43 | 66.23 | 97% |