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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4866 | 2022-10-29 13:29:59 | 96.08 | 97% |
| 3950 | 2022-03-26 12:52:19 | 88.36 | 96% |
| 2403 | 2021-12-01 14:30:35 | 84.29 | 97% |
| 1177 | 2021-08-09 15:23:40 | 80.23 | 97% |