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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 539 | 2021-03-06 05:05:51 | 142.94 | 98% |
| 140 | 2020-12-28 17:41:32 | 128.74 | 98% |