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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4963 | 2023-08-03 08:44:10 | 71.95 | 96.8% |
| 176 | 2022-11-27 18:22:25 | 65.10 | 98% |