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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4920 | 2024-08-31 15:46:35 | 114.96 | 97.1% |
| 1653 | 2023-04-25 13:38:59 | 131.67 | 98% |