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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7310 | 2021-03-03 07:03:00 | 90.89 | 98% |
6947 | 2021-01-06 13:07:10 | 80.49 | 97% |