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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2487 | 2022-07-06 09:51:42 | 91.54 | 97% |
2038 | 2022-01-04 07:30:39 | 95.74 | 99% |
758 | 2021-04-19 07:43:46 | 64.23 | 96% |