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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1076 | 2023-04-25 00:42:40 | 89.42 | 97% |
| 763 | 2023-03-30 18:09:14 | 103.78 | 98% |