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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2013 | 2021-05-11 09:25:27 | 89.13 | 95% |
1442 | 2021-04-16 07:38:39 | 83.88 | 94% |