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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2914 | 2023-07-20 17:52:35 | 85.24 | 96.7% |
| 2244 | 2020-07-15 11:38:57 | 66.08 | 95% |