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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705 | 2023-02-23 17:16:57 | 108.15 | 99% |
28 | 2022-07-07 18:17:26 | 96.16 | 98% |