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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8893 | 2024-01-05 11:58:32 | 100.24 | 97% |
5964 | 2020-11-03 08:01:19 | 104.95 | 98% |
5045 | 2020-10-05 19:14:04 | 109.36 | 99% |