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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2200 | 2021-03-31 05:32:18 | 91.32 | 98% |
1124 | 2021-01-17 11:01:39 | 96.01 | 99% |