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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6325 | 2021-06-25 21:44:21 | 73.23 | 97% |
4375 | 2020-04-07 19:14:43 | 81.79 | 97% |
3610 | 2020-03-07 17:42:21 | 68.73 | 96% |