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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6554 | 2022-06-07 03:33:15 | 85.49 | 97% |
| 4626 | 2022-04-23 05:03:37 | 85.86 | 96% |