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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3764 | 2022-10-31 13:16:45 | 132.93 | 97% |
| 940 | 2022-06-30 21:24:46 | 123.05 | 98% |