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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13899 | 2022-03-15 10:49:43 | 108.95 | 98% |
11311 | 2021-09-11 13:46:37 | 103.60 | 97% |