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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6834 | 2021-09-10 23:44:25 | 95.13 | 98% |
| 1561 | 2020-04-18 02:34:18 | 74.25 | 96% |
| 699 | 2020-03-24 23:40:54 | 86.79 | 97% |