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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 728 | 2022-09-25 01:28:23 | 107.97 | 96% |
| 539 | 2022-07-14 21:11:27 | 130.38 | 97% |