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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19789 | 2023-06-09 04:05:42 | 74.02 | 96.6% |
| 8199 | 2020-02-07 04:50:19 | 81.79 | 97% |