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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1672 | 2023-10-14 11:43:32 | 74.08 | 95.3% |
1316 | 2023-10-01 12:54:13 | 75.98 | 95.8% |