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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3423 | 2022-05-04 16:29:37 | 45.95 | 96% |
| 2830 | 2022-01-27 15:33:03 | 71.66 | 98% |
| 2128 | 2021-12-16 16:30:00 | 63.13 | 95% |
| 1676 | 2021-05-21 16:06:14 | 61.25 | 95% |
| 1302 | 2021-03-17 17:47:50 | 70.77 | 95% |