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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2312 | 2023-09-07 13:14:47 | 131.01 | 99% |
1765 | 2023-05-17 19:42:57 | 99.84 | 97% |
713 | 2023-02-21 18:07:41 | 118.87 | 99% |
603 | 2023-02-01 17:42:26 | 113.35 | 98% |