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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13141 | 2022-01-09 11:35:47 | 98.30 | 97% |
| 13070 | 2021-10-10 11:44:07 | 81.65 | 96% |