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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8731 | 2024-02-01 04:09:14 | 90.87 | 96.8% |
| 6128 | 2022-01-31 10:27:54 | 91.17 | 97% |