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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6853 | 2025-05-12 18:14:16 | 79.71 | 96.8% |
| 4315 | 2023-09-14 16:58:27 | 84.45 | 97.5% |