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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2191 | 2022-03-05 03:07:05 | 50.09 | 95% |
| 2167 | 2022-03-04 02:37:33 | 51.54 | 98% |