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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1120 | 2024-08-11 17:41:41 | 95.27 | 98.9% |
981 | 2023-08-03 19:14:00 | 93.49 | 97.5% |
561 | 2023-02-09 13:06:19 | 112.02 | 99% |
335 | 2022-11-10 16:04:30 | 93.19 | 98% |
109 | 2022-02-28 13:49:54 | 87.98 | 98% |