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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6854 | 2022-01-25 14:40:08 | 68.67 | 95% |
| 6463 | 2021-07-09 18:39:37 | 72.73 | 97% |
| 6425 | 2021-07-06 06:42:48 | 76.71 | 97% |
| 4598 | 2020-05-30 15:04:53 | 61.07 | 94% |
| 2609 | 2020-02-16 20:27:04 | 63.04 | 95% |