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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6456 | 2022-03-05 01:52:56 | 103.17 | 100% |
| 2285 | 2019-09-30 14:24:28 | 80.00 | 98% |