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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3773 | 2021-03-17 20:55:22 | 141.98 | 99% |
| 3191 | 2020-08-07 19:45:01 | 133.72 | 100% |