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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2949 | 2021-04-10 02:28:31 | 107.92 | 99% |
| 1605 | 2021-02-18 22:55:19 | 101.48 | 98.6% |
| 1247 | 2021-01-28 17:12:28 | 96.70 | 99.1% |