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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1462 | 2021-05-15 23:32:00 | 97.59 | 98% |
312 | 2021-02-23 05:25:08 | 80.37 | 98.8% |