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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 492 | 2023-05-10 03:37:17 | 61.05 | 98% |
| 14 | 2023-03-10 14:39:27 | 49.03 | 95% |