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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4257 | 2021-09-05 10:16:22 | 54.83 | 95% |
| 4156 | 2021-08-25 04:03:54 | 53.32 | 97% |