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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5518 | 2022-11-26 16:43:36 | 61.71 | 96% |
1219 | 2021-04-21 18:38:46 | 55.81 | 95% |