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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7384 | 2024-10-21 21:44:41 | 72.09 | 97.3% |
| 2595 | 2021-12-10 01:44:48 | 80.24 | 97% |