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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4100 | 2022-04-05 06:52:08 | 81.97 | 94% |
3978 | 2022-03-30 06:04:26 | 98.63 | 97% |
2722 | 2021-12-14 17:10:25 | 88.28 | 96% |