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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5027 | 2023-09-07 12:12:38 | 99.95 | 96% |
4456 | 2023-02-15 03:48:36 | 74.98 | 97% |
4357 | 2023-02-10 06:54:50 | 85.42 | 98% |