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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6072 | 2023-11-10 09:32:44 | 93.85 | 96.6% |
5508 | 2023-09-04 05:55:45 | 83.03 | 96% |
4987 | 2023-07-23 07:51:20 | 77.28 | 94% |
469 | 2021-12-08 03:50:11 | 75.71 | 94% |