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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28432 | 2021-02-05 09:45:44 | 50.57 | 96.7% |
28055 | 2021-01-22 19:06:38 | 57.41 | 98% |