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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2856 | 2022-02-24 07:18:41 | 101.44 | 99% |
1469 | 2020-09-27 23:47:26 | 86.12 | 97% |
1461 | 2020-09-27 17:36:37 | 96.44 | 99% |