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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14715 | 2021-05-18 14:42:22 | 84.87 | 98% |
| 3707 | 2020-07-20 09:41:26 | 63.39 | 96% |