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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7393 | 2023-09-16 18:53:15 | 107.52 | 98% |
5445 | 2022-08-21 15:13:55 | 66.90 | 98% |
751 | 2020-03-17 11:26:34 | 87.56 | 99% |