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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6941 | 2021-04-30 19:13:11 | 114.67 | 99% |
| 3274 | 2021-02-23 21:00:04 | 95.86 | 97.1% |