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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1322 | 2021-05-13 16:31:21 | 57.51 | 97% |
| 783 | 2021-04-24 18:03:39 | 61.55 | 98% |