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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 312 | 2021-05-13 16:04:10 | 106.91 | 98% |
| 184 | 2021-05-11 09:25:19 | 108.21 | 98% |