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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1302 | 2021-10-11 23:58:51 | 89.11 | 99% |
| 987 | 2021-06-25 16:08:17 | 84.26 | 99% |