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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5879 | 2023-02-25 21:19:46 | 116.56 | 99% |
5848 | 2023-02-21 18:07:44 | 108.43 | 98% |
3398 | 2022-05-03 00:17:42 | 81.63 | 97% |