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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2243 | 2021-08-02 09:51:32 | 44.50 | 91% |
2146 | 2021-07-28 12:17:52 | 50.22 | 95% |