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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24292 | 2024-05-01 02:06:13 | 178.00 | 99.4% |
23974 | 2024-04-27 02:30:14 | 184.83 | 100% |
18642 | 2023-07-25 04:22:41 | 162.81 | 99% |
15194 | 2023-02-21 03:22:52 | 157.32 | 99% |
14521 | 2023-01-05 01:38:51 | 140.32 | 97% |