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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3780 | 2024-09-24 21:07:22 | 164.75 | 98.6% |
| 957 | 2020-03-19 05:07:13 | 133.69 | 97% |