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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4979 | 2021-05-25 15:46:38 | 108.42 | 98% |
1898 | 2021-02-17 16:04:58 | 80.68 | 95.7% |
1796 | 2021-02-14 20:06:31 | 89.32 | 97% |
1059 | 2021-01-22 19:13:36 | 91.70 | 98% |
281 | 2020-12-31 22:34:26 | 81.30 | 97% |