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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18964 | 2022-01-18 15:12:52 | 126.39 | 99% |
| 10433 | 2020-10-14 14:03:53 | 112.56 | 97% |
| 4966 | 2020-07-13 12:00:24 | 104.55 | 98% |
| 4666 | 2020-07-08 11:06:17 | 107.69 | 98% |
| 1029 | 2020-05-05 08:59:37 | 97.22 | 97% |