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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1080 | 2022-09-23 00:41:10 | 78.78 | 95% |
| 318 | 2022-08-02 21:14:37 | 94.04 | 98% |