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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1524 | 2023-10-09 19:27:55 | 92.02 | 96.9% |
407 | 2022-10-21 04:41:37 | 100.46 | 97% |