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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 205 | 2021-08-08 21:00:07 | 64.38 | 96% |
| 59 | 2021-02-27 08:37:06 | 49.73 | 94.8% |