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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7451 | 2022-01-06 00:22:35 | 174.59 | 99% |
4944 | 2021-06-09 05:54:42 | 151.91 | 98% |