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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4795 | 2021-03-20 06:40:39 | 88.01 | 98% |
| 4162 | 2021-02-21 13:05:19 | 100.68 | 98.8% |
| 2810 | 2020-10-11 04:21:55 | 85.14 | 97% |
| 1055 | 2019-09-08 23:39:18 | 102.04 | 99% |