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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 368 | 2023-11-18 11:52:49 | 104.46 | 97.6% |
| 223 | 2023-11-05 14:51:53 | 103.78 | 97.1% |