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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22892 | 2021-01-15 04:05:16 | 113.06 | 97% |
22165 | 2020-12-31 02:54:54 | 117.66 | 98% |
7333 | 2020-01-02 19:35:27 | 110.79 | 98% |
7332 | 2020-01-02 19:34:46 | 104.73 | 98% |
7331 | 2020-01-02 19:34:03 | 110.78 | 99% |