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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11032 | 2022-08-10 04:18:09 | 84.76 | 96% |
8643 | 2022-02-20 04:12:13 | 97.78 | 98% |
4818 | 2020-07-24 07:53:29 | 80.25 | 95% |