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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2713 | 2020-07-31 20:56:54 | 98.39 | 98% |
2119 | 2020-07-03 12:29:03 | 88.13 | 97% |