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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8886 | 2023-09-13 11:25:35 | 84.09 | 97% |
7566 | 2023-05-13 23:31:37 | 96.13 | 97% |
5707 | 2022-10-06 20:30:44 | 90.78 | 97% |