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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306 | 2023-10-07 21:41:44 | 92.73 | 97.1% |
77 | 2022-09-10 19:10:04 | 85.05 | 96% |