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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 43196 | 2022-12-15 09:59:18 | 139.58 | 99% |
| 40392 | 2021-09-08 23:18:54 | 150.57 | 100% |