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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935 | 2021-06-12 22:37:26 | 61.75 | 95% |
643 | 2021-05-23 03:33:54 | 75.99 | 97% |