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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11844 | 2023-04-15 23:45:27 | 126.73 | 100% |
6332 | 2019-10-15 16:25:55 | 109.93 | 99% |
6301 | 2019-09-21 17:58:22 | 106.64 | 99% |