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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2089 | 2021-02-23 10:52:50 | 74.68 | 96.4% |
| 1016 | 2020-12-30 12:07:46 | 70.96 | 97% |