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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6473 | 2021-02-07 06:44:04 | 71.51 | 96.2% |
| 4165 | 2020-12-15 16:14:46 | 72.93 | 98% |
| 1557 | 2020-10-06 07:09:32 | 73.12 | 95% |
| 1411 | 2020-09-29 02:27:54 | 65.25 | 96% |
| 734 | 2020-09-03 02:54:20 | 73.30 | 97% |