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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1514 | 2022-09-17 21:05:46 | 112.65 | 97% |
| 238 | 2022-01-28 08:06:13 | 123.91 | 100% |