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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1853 | 2021-12-26 20:34:29 | 109.94 | 97% |
1107 | 2021-03-09 04:07:48 | 104.61 | 98% |