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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27658 | 2021-03-18 23:38:24 | 183.91 | 99% |
| 26673 | 2020-12-26 03:09:17 | 162.56 | 97% |
| 24649 | 2020-08-17 17:38:12 | 164.20 | 97% |
| 21886 | 2019-12-13 00:37:14 | 181.58 | 98% |
| 20909 | 2019-10-29 17:20:12 | 188.64 | 99% |