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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24463 | 2023-09-14 12:33:15 | 105.38 | 97% |
19353 | 2022-09-03 11:34:16 | 92.10 | 95% |
18906 | 2022-08-02 21:14:29 | 113.51 | 97% |
14061 | 2021-11-28 00:49:04 | 93.88 | 96% |