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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1477 | 2022-06-16 12:39:02 | 66.95 | 96% |
1279 | 2022-05-31 15:28:42 | 74.64 | 98% |
1206 | 2022-05-25 02:34:06 | 64.81 | 98% |
1124 | 2022-05-23 03:47:10 | 77.86 | 99% |