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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6491 | 2021-07-19 05:21:19 | 86.91 | 97% |
6203 | 2021-07-02 13:19:24 | 85.73 | 98% |
4613 | 2020-11-12 16:12:43 | 76.38 | 98% |