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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4229 | 2023-01-05 01:39:01 | 105.34 | 98% |
3395 | 2022-12-16 02:11:44 | 97.15 | 99% |
586 | 2020-12-31 00:44:41 | 79.03 | 96% |