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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 318 | 2021-02-13 07:50:35 | 61.03 | 96.2% |
| 104 | 2021-01-21 10:48:35 | 51.61 | 95% |