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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1366 | 2022-09-20 19:23:29 | 127.72 | 97% |
| 646 | 2020-11-07 17:57:41 | 112.53 | 96% |