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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2163 | 2023-10-30 07:48:34 | 116.83 | 97.4% |
1555 | 2021-12-05 07:34:01 | 122.83 | 98% |