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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17927 | 2022-09-08 09:54:12 | 84.94 | 99% |
17017 | 2022-04-04 08:57:15 | 94.02 | 99% |
7162 | 2020-02-04 02:45:34 | 72.17 | 100% |