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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1450 | 2023-01-13 23:37:35 | 81.62 | 98% |
| 760 | 2022-06-07 19:09:04 | 67.00 | 97% |