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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8136 | 2023-01-05 21:02:40 | 125.77 | 98% |
5547 | 2021-12-16 00:02:25 | 97.49 | 96% |
4102 | 2021-05-17 19:03:01 | 96.45 | 95% |
3766 | 2021-05-09 06:27:53 | 77.91 | 93% |