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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1713 | 2022-05-09 13:30:06 | 51.96 | 94% |
| 1710 | 2022-05-08 19:25:42 | 59.42 | 95% |