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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1045 | 2021-03-20 14:19:45 | 63.26 | 99% |
| 799 | 2021-02-28 05:14:38 | 48.10 | 96% |