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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1784 | 2023-01-11 05:17:10 | 116.10 | 99% |
1250 | 2022-09-20 04:02:11 | 94.98 | 98% |
840 | 2022-07-06 07:11:16 | 98.61 | 98% |
729 | 2022-03-03 07:44:00 | 113.95 | 100% |