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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1618 | 2024-07-07 21:03:11 | 110.02 | 98.8% |
826 | 2023-11-01 00:44:27 | 112.28 | 98.1% |