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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2270 | 2022-05-12 06:23:45 | 141.46 | 100% |
| 2017 | 2022-04-20 23:49:28 | 125.67 | 99% |