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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14842 | 2020-11-10 07:04:25 | 147.68 | 98% |
10333 | 2020-03-13 14:14:07 | 119.32 | 96% |
4346 | 2019-11-15 14:48:34 | 129.22 | 98% |
4134 | 2019-11-13 15:49:21 | 123.10 | 99% |