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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1026 | 2022-12-31 15:41:25 | 104.29 | 99% |
| 692 | 2022-12-05 11:53:05 | 94.97 | 96% |