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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4708 | 2024-06-02 11:07:16 | 122.41 | 98.9% |
4220 | 2022-08-23 11:56:48 | 131.90 | 99% |
4009 | 2022-08-14 14:16:09 | 126.82 | 99% |
3160 | 2022-07-05 13:55:08 | 119.34 | 99% |
2942 | 2022-01-27 03:34:28 | 124.65 | 99% |
2900 | 2022-01-17 03:32:47 | 125.02 | 99% |