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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 156 | 2022-12-07 03:15:57 | 46.93 | 95% |
| 22 | 2022-08-31 04:41:36 | 46.51 | 96% |