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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5232 | 2024-12-14 18:11:30 | 89.27 | 99.7% |
| 3769 | 2023-03-09 15:37:21 | 81.37 | 99% |