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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2341 | 2023-03-20 15:20:33 | 95.81 | 98% |
| 727 | 2021-01-07 17:01:27 | 75.46 | 97% |