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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3225 | 2023-10-19 08:37:54 | 123.35 | 98.6% |
| 1314 | 2022-08-07 03:38:03 | 111.67 | 98% |