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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3609 | 2023-05-05 13:02:51 | 77.75 | 97% |
| 1074 | 2023-01-29 19:32:25 | 60.67 | 95% |