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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14602 | 2022-03-11 06:03:58 | 75.42 | 95% |
| 12055 | 2021-08-13 02:41:17 | 90.63 | 98% |