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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3300 | 2023-05-04 21:49:44 | 110.40 | 98% |
2878 | 2023-04-19 17:36:16 | 112.58 | 100% |
2700 | 2023-04-13 19:39:26 | 95.89 | 98% |