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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1156 | 2022-11-25 16:00:56 | 73.57 | 97% |
| 645 | 2021-04-26 09:30:17 | 60.52 | 96% |