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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6996 | 2021-08-20 01:14:33 | 96.80 | 98% |
| 6938 | 2021-08-11 14:23:52 | 91.56 | 97% |