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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1540 | 2022-06-23 12:50:50 | 55.13 | 95% |
| 1490 | 2022-06-22 07:09:10 | 55.15 | 94% |