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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6088 | 2021-12-08 19:07:32 | 117.47 | 98% |
4354 | 2021-03-17 20:55:25 | 125.46 | 99% |
4036 | 2020-12-03 22:19:23 | 132.34 | 99% |