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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5071 | 2024-01-04 09:53:05 | 87.97 | 97.2% |
| 4384 | 2023-06-01 14:12:23 | 79.63 | 98% |