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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6642 | 2023-09-18 13:29:33 | 65.57 | 96% |
3838 | 2023-08-15 19:44:06 | 69.08 | 97% |
3281 | 2023-08-05 19:24:55 | 70.88 | 96% |