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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8749 | 2022-10-22 10:41:23 | 79.15 | 97% |
| 6468 | 2022-02-16 08:54:40 | 78.79 | 97% |
| 3721 | 2021-08-30 16:55:39 | 71.05 | 95% |
| 2771 | 2021-03-10 19:04:46 | 74.46 | 97% |