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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1956 | 2022-01-06 10:04:40 | 76.50 | 97% |
| 626 | 2021-03-16 14:46:51 | 65.36 | 94% |