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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 994 | 2021-01-03 19:22:41 | 71.89 | 100% |
| 824 | 2020-12-29 18:47:34 | 75.49 | 99% |