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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4392 | 2024-01-02 19:13:40 | 134.54 | 99.4% |
| 169 | 2023-08-21 23:01:18 | 112.12 | 96.9% |