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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28398 | 2021-04-25 02:17:29 | 161.24 | 98% |
| 24365 | 2020-12-28 22:44:21 | 179.06 | 99% |
| 23834 | 2020-12-17 11:18:47 | 182.82 | 98% |
| 22641 | 2020-12-06 00:05:28 | 179.95 | 99% |
| 16714 | 2020-07-09 01:11:08 | 163.24 | 98% |
| 13819 | 2020-04-27 00:35:45 | 172.76 | 98% |