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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13149 | 2020-06-10 08:06:28 | 103.53 | 97% |
| 5818 | 2020-03-16 05:38:05 | 100.29 | 98% |