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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6051 | 2020-07-06 16:50:09 | 139.68 | 98% |
| 4024 | 2020-04-21 01:13:03 | 166.36 | 99% |
| 3392 | 2020-04-12 19:58:55 | 145.77 | 98% |
| 599 | 2020-01-24 04:10:22 | 115.44 | 96% |