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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7823 | 2022-06-29 11:27:56 | 69.06 | 95% |
| 3787 | 2021-12-17 19:05:44 | 54.51 | 93% |