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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5776 | 2022-03-01 18:48:21 | 76.48 | 97% |
| 2949 | 2021-01-22 15:01:44 | 67.65 | 96% |
| 2042 | 2020-10-28 14:04:35 | 62.69 | 96% |
| 970 | 2020-09-12 13:20:45 | 62.60 | 96% |