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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6397 | 2021-10-06 08:54:03 | 113.94 | 99% |
| 6091 | 2021-09-18 06:07:26 | 107.35 | 99% |
| 4890 | 2021-07-19 08:07:55 | 103.97 | 97% |
| 2357 | 2020-11-09 12:03:38 | 81.76 | 96% |
| 820 | 2020-10-06 07:09:37 | 67.59 | 96% |