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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430 | 2024-02-06 11:26:31 | 107.63 | 96.8% |
72 | 2023-01-10 08:06:05 | 103.93 | 97% |