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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1393 | 2020-09-21 04:32:48 | 73.93 | 99% |
| 1072 | 2020-07-10 11:24:46 | 62.34 | 96% |
| 995 | 2020-06-18 10:01:42 | 64.77 | 97% |