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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2122 | 2021-06-13 02:46:58 | 53.47 | 98% |
| 2076 | 2021-06-12 12:33:18 | 53.73 | 99% |
| 2050 | 2021-06-12 11:28:07 | 53.96 | 99% |
| 1386 | 2021-05-22 17:21:57 | 49.58 | 99% |
| 114 | 2021-05-01 16:46:46 | 40.55 | 99% |