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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1988 | 2023-02-17 20:01:41 | 67.46 | 95% |
| 269 | 2022-11-28 21:53:20 | 63.00 | 96% |