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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4986 | 2024-08-14 05:57:55 | 87.94 | 98.3% |
| 4706 | 2024-06-25 05:02:13 | 89.33 | 98% |