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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1329 | 2022-09-04 12:54:35 | 75.62 | 97% |
| 1106 | 2022-06-01 10:41:45 | 82.34 | 98% |