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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55278 | 2023-06-18 00:07:47 | 132.79 | 96% |
54849 | 2023-01-07 01:31:44 | 123.96 | 95% |
52543 | 2021-11-06 17:37:22 | 139.17 | 97% |