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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 971 | 2023-12-14 10:18:16 | 123.44 | 99.1% |
| 847 | 2023-11-10 15:34:34 | 125.13 | 98.6% |