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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 158 | 2023-08-21 17:54:35 | 86.04 | 95.9% |
| 95 | 2021-12-02 20:59:02 | 90.77 | 95% |