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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6602 | 2024-02-23 16:23:41 | 114.56 | 98.8% |
| 4575 | 2023-05-11 07:47:25 | 109.29 | 99% |