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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1784 | 2021-10-22 00:16:38 | 74.45 | 97% |
| 1001 | 2021-05-20 23:36:19 | 78.18 | 98% |