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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2062 | 2021-06-30 15:00:16 | 100.36 | 97% |
| 538 | 2020-12-22 15:33:38 | 61.54 | 96% |