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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2621 | 2021-05-14 12:13:49 | 82.31 | 98% |
| 2258 | 2021-05-12 21:18:28 | 94.66 | 99% |
| 1922 | 2021-05-11 09:25:30 | 82.89 | 98% |
| 425 | 2020-12-27 09:10:45 | 77.38 | 98% |
| 120 | 2020-12-22 23:38:39 | 66.60 | 96% |