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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1667 | 2023-06-22 13:45:20 | 80.16 | 96% |
1523 | 2023-03-17 03:12:35 | 89.92 | 98% |
465 | 2022-05-18 05:01:10 | 58.31 | 95% |