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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 677 | 2023-09-10 14:14:50 | 71.98 | 97.4% |
| 59 | 2022-09-28 15:30:53 | 60.32 | 98% |