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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3025 | 2021-09-13 03:55:52 | 82.79 | 98% |
| 1902 | 2021-08-28 02:22:27 | 75.51 | 97% |