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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 656 | 2023-10-13 03:01:53 | 86.83 | 96.7% |
| 602 | 2023-10-12 00:36:13 | 92.48 | 96.9% |