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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5384 | 2023-10-02 08:59:17 | 72.04 | 98% |
| 397 | 2022-12-27 16:52:37 | 56.00 | 96% |