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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6800 | 2022-05-08 03:02:28 | 85.29 | 96% |
| 5612 | 2020-09-06 07:05:26 | 88.81 | 97% |