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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6175 | 2023-04-05 16:01:43 | 84.43 | 97% |
4145 | 2022-07-30 20:49:39 | 74.66 | 95% |
2307 | 2022-06-08 13:06:46 | 64.96 | 96% |
2191 | 2022-06-07 11:37:27 | 58.52 | 95% |
1856 | 2022-06-01 22:14:40 | 57.65 | 94% |