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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 245 | 2023-08-13 21:45:18 | 89.70 | 97.8% |
| 101 | 2023-07-31 16:12:54 | 61.56 | 94% |