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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1018 | 2023-08-04 12:57:53 | 58.90 | 96.7% |
| 679 | 2023-08-01 13:21:35 | 55.73 | 95.5% |