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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3847 | 2023-11-06 22:35:04 | 87.35 | 98.3% |
| 3107 | 2021-02-28 14:02:23 | 62.75 | 96% |