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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1497 | 2021-09-28 02:06:32 | 68.50 | 96% |
| 306 | 2021-07-27 03:28:31 | 59.33 | 97% |