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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6800 | 2023-08-26 13:42:26 | 91.49 | 96% |
4761 | 2022-11-03 08:14:58 | 76.90 | 97% |
4379 | 2022-10-20 16:06:39 | 86.57 | 97% |
2978 | 2022-06-18 08:45:58 | 81.19 | 97% |
331 | 2021-08-10 13:04:50 | 75.55 | 96% |