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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3346 | 2021-08-05 20:06:29 | 125.03 | 97% |
2898 | 2021-06-09 22:55:40 | 137.19 | 99% |
2215 | 2021-05-27 21:07:38 | 145.58 | 99% |