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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12305 | 2021-06-04 23:12:41 | 143.58 | 99% |
6050 | 2021-03-27 00:08:29 | 116.93 | 98% |
1044 | 2021-02-12 17:34:30 | 121.31 | 97% |