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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2059 | 2024-01-07 20:34:58 | 87.62 | 97.5% |
| 257 | 2023-01-29 15:11:02 | 92.50 | 99% |