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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3164 | 2023-01-21 11:16:44 | 49.76 | 92% |
| 88 | 2022-01-23 14:47:02 | 42.32 | 95% |