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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7620 | 2022-02-28 13:07:42 | 65.66 | 99% |
7496 | 2021-11-01 09:01:09 | 59.33 | 98% |
7341 | 2021-10-18 13:39:55 | 58.48 | 98% |