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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 849 | 2023-04-16 03:38:32 | 91.79 | 96% |
| 727 | 2023-03-17 14:40:49 | 78.29 | 94% |