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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5084 | 2022-10-02 10:02:53 | 96.28 | 98% |
| 4253 | 2020-08-27 14:57:56 | 105.38 | 98% |