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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3233 | 2021-06-24 14:33:05 | 77.58 | 98% |
| 2113 | 2021-01-17 19:47:03 | 80.78 | 99% |