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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1340 | 2022-09-11 18:30:07 | 82.88 | 96% |
| 249 | 2022-07-02 08:55:33 | 89.09 | 97% |