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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9423 | 2022-02-01 14:02:41 | 96.60 | 99% |
7203 | 2021-06-20 09:34:30 | 91.91 | 99% |
7092 | 2021-06-19 04:56:51 | 66.76 | 95% |
2718 | 2021-02-12 05:18:32 | 53.29 | 95% |
1373 | 2021-02-05 19:07:07 | 51.72 | 97% |