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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1691 | 2021-09-17 06:03:20 | 102.74 | 97% |
| 1247 | 2021-08-23 02:45:35 | 91.06 | 97% |
| 1138 | 2021-08-19 04:28:57 | 94.42 | 96% |