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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10826 | 2023-12-04 04:48:00 | 84.56 | 96.6% |
5325 | 2021-07-28 03:55:09 | 76.94 | 98% |
4085 | 2021-05-01 16:31:16 | 66.54 | 97% |