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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6040 | 2022-03-16 03:40:54 | 73.30 | 96% |
5110 | 2021-12-06 06:37:42 | 78.70 | 97% |
2549 | 2021-09-23 01:28:15 | 48.67 | 94% |