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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1088 | 2022-08-23 13:26:23 | 87.84 | 98% |
| 770 | 2022-07-05 18:56:46 | 72.29 | 96% |