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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10838 | 2021-05-19 10:39:20 | 73.85 | 97% |
6981 | 2020-12-02 10:06:16 | 71.86 | 97% |
1656 | 2020-06-05 11:37:24 | 55.81 | 96% |
1460 | 2020-06-04 13:22:39 | 50.19 | 95% |