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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12680 | 2021-06-08 21:42:52 | 88.13 | 99% |
| 9757 | 2020-10-07 09:59:21 | 83.34 | 97% |
| 9204 | 2020-09-11 11:16:10 | 92.34 | 99% |
| 2182 | 2019-12-24 03:45:47 | 66.88 | 96% |