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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 996 | 2023-05-21 12:36:47 | 88.55 | 98.9% |
| 923 | 2022-12-18 09:40:53 | 84.20 | 98% |