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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3870 | 2021-10-21 19:01:54 | 90.67 | 96% |
| 1815 | 2021-03-08 21:19:42 | 70.16 | 96% |