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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2122 | 2024-03-31 21:10:45 | 115.13 | 98.5% |
2056 | 2024-01-22 01:50:52 | 108.55 | 97.1% |
1694 | 2023-12-28 03:59:20 | 100.73 | 97.6% |
760 | 2021-11-08 22:44:25 | 91.27 | 97% |