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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
8838 2021-05-22 05:20:15 131.81 99%
5920 2020-09-17 22:25:41 126.33 99%