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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14709 | 2022-07-19 05:38:17 | 111.26 | 98% |
12818 | 2022-01-13 21:11:27 | 122.77 | 99% |
9594 | 2021-06-27 08:11:33 | 136.87 | 99% |
9436 | 2021-06-09 12:34:07 | 113.02 | 98% |