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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4599 | 2022-04-03 20:10:15 | 92.00 | 99% |
3457 | 2021-09-07 23:56:26 | 74.37 | 96% |
3362 | 2021-08-30 20:32:40 | 80.31 | 98% |