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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13405 | 2023-01-07 17:09:31 | 88.56 | 97% |
5303 | 2021-01-11 10:40:34 | 69.10 | 96% |
5072 | 2021-01-06 13:34:01 | 64.69 | 95% |
4428 | 2020-12-27 18:09:05 | 63.70 | 96% |
2619 | 2020-12-04 12:38:48 | 60.01 | 96% |
1450 | 2020-11-23 08:47:38 | 54.19 | 94% |