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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2585 | 2023-03-03 10:30:17 | 193.80 | 99% |
1932 | 2021-08-16 10:55:54 | 191.33 | 99% |
786 | 2021-05-05 18:06:46 | 197.09 | 99% |