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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1384 | 2021-02-05 02:48:15 | 68.67 | 97.5% |
1092 | 2021-02-02 17:03:22 | 71.86 | 97.7% |