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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2933 | 2022-10-25 10:09:18 | 79.44 | 96% |
788 | 2021-12-11 14:39:21 | 71.43 | 96% |