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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 879 | 2022-07-14 07:25:30 | 100.21 | 97% |
| 344 | 2022-05-06 03:06:38 | 103.78 | 98% |