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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5135 | 2024-01-13 18:32:17 | 107.62 | 98.6% |
4612 | 2023-12-10 00:38:54 | 104.79 | 98.6% |
3031 | 2023-02-26 03:53:39 | 93.75 | 97% |
2450 | 2023-01-11 07:00:40 | 95.32 | 99% |
1574 | 2022-04-25 02:20:50 | 82.37 | 97% |