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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17469 | 2024-01-28 12:17:55 | 83.91 | 97% |
11629 | 2022-10-29 02:41:42 | 84.83 | 97% |
11499 | 2022-10-27 13:24:28 | 90.51 | 97% |
9241 | 2022-07-02 06:40:50 | 100.49 | 98% |
8495 | 2022-04-21 14:28:28 | 93.02 | 98% |
801 | 2021-03-19 01:22:05 | 62.62 | 96% |