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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 844 | 2021-09-17 06:03:21 | 99.34 | 97% |
| 517 | 2021-06-27 16:31:19 | 121.47 | 99% |