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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12613 | 2022-10-18 02:35:07 | 105.01 | 97% |
| 11919 | 2022-10-04 23:46:00 | 105.68 | 99% |