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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1360 | 2024-02-25 09:32:56 | 90.27 | 97.1% |
491 | 2023-11-13 12:59:48 | 92.36 | 96.6% |