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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 306 | 2021-12-15 03:59:20 | 62.63 | 95% |
| 201 | 2021-11-30 00:33:11 | 63.74 | 96% |