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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2171 | 2021-09-23 05:15:21 | 61.48 | 95% |
| 1106 | 2020-06-19 06:10:45 | 57.91 | 96% |