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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2432 | 2021-03-14 19:28:26 | 82.31 | 96% |
1856 | 2020-03-31 21:55:37 | 102.78 | 98% |
1724 | 2020-03-29 20:28:26 | 91.28 | 97% |
1047 | 2020-02-10 15:52:31 | 87.67 | 96% |