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 |
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3417 | 2023-06-16 18:29:36 | 70.21 | 95% |
3380 | 2023-06-16 11:30:07 | 81.92 | 96% |
1240 | 2023-05-20 19:21:55 | 69.32 | 96% |