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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2286 | 2022-02-09 00:16:42 | 61.61 | 96% |
| 992 | 2020-02-16 20:27:13 | 55.68 | 96% |