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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 936 | 2021-06-30 08:53:41 | 78.64 | 96% |
| 224 | 2021-01-30 23:39:53 | 78.77 | 96% |