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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3232 | 2023-08-16 23:53:25 | 86.48 | 98.3% |
| 1632 | 2020-10-17 18:53:10 | 89.18 | 99% |