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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 382 | 2022-11-25 13:36:23 | 67.42 | 95% |
| 306 | 2022-10-06 07:27:28 | 62.56 | 96% |