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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4257 | 2025-02-19 11:45:27 | 97.29 | 95.9% |
| 1264 | 2023-09-14 07:27:03 | 94.88 | 96.5% |