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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2409 | 2022-08-30 08:42:02 | 110.22 | 99% |
| 1620 | 2022-07-20 06:50:39 | 99.46 | 98% |