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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5879 | 2021-09-23 14:19:37 | 90.65 | 99% |
2147 | 2021-05-05 07:24:34 | 81.48 | 99% |
605 | 2021-04-07 16:47:21 | 70.70 | 98% |