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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1755 | 2022-10-22 14:36:12 | 62.93 | 98% |
| 714 | 2022-07-08 10:18:31 | 54.49 | 97% |