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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25171 | 2023-02-24 04:16:27 | 150.49 | 100% |
24714 | 2023-02-10 21:59:38 | 123.19 | 96% |
23221 | 2022-12-13 23:46:45 | 144.22 | 99% |
22436 | 2021-08-17 22:54:37 | 138.13 | 98% |