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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8521 | 2022-07-26 12:05:11 | 99.14 | 98% |
7873 | 2022-03-23 05:42:41 | 95.90 | 99% |