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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6760 | 2021-05-11 21:53:29 | 101.40 | 98% |
| 5353 | 2021-01-22 03:11:22 | 89.36 | 97% |
| 5222 | 2021-01-19 19:47:38 | 83.11 | 98% |
| 4617 | 2021-01-02 07:29:02 | 85.35 | 98% |
| 3489 | 2020-11-19 18:17:38 | 94.65 | 98% |