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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1037 | 2023-09-01 13:30:31 | 63.20 | 98% |
| 1026 | 2023-09-01 10:09:11 | 59.86 | 98% |