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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762 | 2021-01-26 15:28:36 | 58.46 | 96% |
536 | 2021-01-14 16:36:58 | 49.92 | 93% |