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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 999 | 2022-07-22 10:35:10 | 70.42 | 96% |
| 934 | 2022-07-02 08:44:11 | 64.45 | 96% |