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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8527 | 2024-01-18 03:19:20 | 112.89 | 98.6% |
7879 | 2023-09-16 05:51:19 | 108.82 | 97% |