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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3154 | 2021-10-25 14:43:40 | 87.68 | 96% |
| 1625 | 2021-07-06 19:23:33 | 86.21 | 96% |
| 967 | 2021-05-21 07:04:48 | 82.85 | 96% |
| 292 | 2021-05-07 18:51:21 | 72.30 | 96% |
| 153 | 2021-04-29 14:40:34 | 71.56 | 96% |