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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2021 | 2021-05-28 08:01:21 | 82.53 | 97% |
| 1894 | 2021-04-20 16:42:42 | 70.68 | 97% |
| 1471 | 2021-01-12 09:13:44 | 70.80 | 98% |