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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 275 | 2021-07-29 01:50:38 | 61.07 | 96% |
| 83 | 2021-07-21 05:27:58 | 65.66 | 96% |