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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1429 | 2020-12-27 01:45:29 | 89.72 | 97% |
| 1424 | 2020-12-27 01:41:48 | 95.67 | 99% |