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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8920 | 2023-08-07 06:04:41 | 107.08 | 98% |
6666 | 2022-06-22 11:22:01 | 98.27 | 96% |
6176 | 2022-01-13 21:11:28 | 116.06 | 99% |