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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2099 | 2021-02-24 00:41:26 | 50.10 | 95% |
| 1869 | 2021-01-06 22:05:27 | 65.44 | 97% |