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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27890 | 2021-09-01 15:24:51 | 102.32 | 97% |
24936 | 2021-07-28 05:27:55 | 95.48 | 98% |