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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2069 | 2021-11-07 00:39:36 | 85.57 | 97% |
| 1095 | 2021-09-16 08:49:13 | 87.37 | 97% |