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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1716 | 2024-04-20 16:02:30 | 80.14 | 94.8% |
| 91 | 2023-10-13 09:24:02 | 86.83 | 97.1% |