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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 885 | 2023-02-16 09:31:04 | 74.46 | 98% |
| 147 | 2023-01-16 14:01:20 | 59.64 | 97% |