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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36265 | 2021-04-13 08:21:27 | 160.99 | 99% |
33480 | 2021-01-07 04:06:15 | 174.42 | 98% |
25124 | 2020-08-11 01:05:10 | 159.64 | 99% |
23968 | 2020-07-21 06:42:01 | 155.52 | 98% |
13354 | 2020-05-03 19:26:41 | 168.72 | 99% |