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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1220 | 2022-05-29 03:56:34 | 48.22 | 97% |
| 902 | 2022-04-20 06:20:47 | 46.65 | 96% |