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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1387 | 2021-02-10 08:22:13 | 81.76 | 99% |
| 1228 | 2021-02-01 03:37:44 | 76.26 | 98.8% |