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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4557 | 2023-09-27 11:03:00 | 85.12 | 96.6% |
| 1099 | 2021-05-07 07:57:10 | 66.32 | 96% |