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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 487 | 2023-01-04 12:37:15 | 58.47 | 96% |
| 88 | 2022-12-20 03:40:52 | 51.54 | 96% |