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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2289 | 2021-11-17 20:09:50 | 75.30 | 97% |
| 1845 | 2021-10-06 18:29:21 | 76.41 | 99% |