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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2579 | 2023-01-24 22:02:49 | 74.39 | 95% |
| 1130 | 2022-11-08 20:25:03 | 60.47 | 94% |