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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8899 | 2023-10-30 13:22:43 | 94.37 | 95% |
4976 | 2022-04-29 02:25:25 | 112.80 | 98% |
3899 | 2022-03-21 02:23:56 | 96.57 | 97% |
3513 | 2022-03-15 10:49:51 | 88.10 | 96% |
3476 | 2022-03-15 00:19:50 | 80.33 | 95% |
2919 | 2022-03-08 10:41:40 | 79.67 | 95% |
2245 | 2022-02-22 08:06:42 | 70.42 | 95% |