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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2346 | 2022-08-17 17:28:53 | 73.47 | 97% |
| 1201 | 2022-02-28 06:46:29 | 72.44 | 98% |