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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 467 | 2022-08-12 04:01:25 | 56.40 | 96% |
| 163 | 2022-03-08 22:05:52 | 49.12 | 94% |