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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9602 | 2021-12-24 21:05:18 | 47.49 | 95% |
6916 | 2021-10-22 15:59:33 | 53.23 | 97% |