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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4064 | 2023-05-10 21:34:25 | 108.33 | 98% |
3201 | 2021-03-26 15:58:16 | 94.37 | 97% |
2640 | 2021-03-09 14:43:28 | 98.56 | 99% |
1886 | 2021-02-18 15:47:41 | 94.19 | 97% |