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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1074 | 2023-04-13 14:00:19 | 90.43 | 98% |
225 | 2021-12-23 19:23:22 | 58.15 | 94% |