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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4693 | 2024-01-20 06:06:58 | 130.95 | 97.6% |
1206 | 2023-06-07 12:29:58 | 128.70 | 98% |
538 | 2021-10-10 11:44:06 | 83.77 | 96% |