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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 892 | 2022-02-04 18:16:17 | 93.88 | 98% |
| 148 | 2021-01-20 11:20:33 | 78.90 | 95% |