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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12228 | 2021-05-30 03:12:15 | 114.65 | 98% |
| 10806 | 2021-01-11 06:49:58 | 126.12 | 97% |
| 10620 | 2021-01-08 14:39:59 | 133.86 | 97% |