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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3417 | 2021-10-05 03:09:30 | 79.21 | 97% |
1354 | 2021-02-01 03:39:13 | 63.01 | 97.7% |
241 | 2020-09-21 02:06:36 | 72.11 | 98% |