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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1410 | 2021-11-16 19:33:18 | 116.85 | 97% |
876 | 2021-06-29 17:13:10 | 111.83 | 97% |