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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13744 | 2022-10-23 20:42:23 | 97.66 | 96% |
13431 | 2022-08-30 10:26:28 | 103.69 | 97% |
9419 | 2020-06-15 17:50:48 | 118.27 | 99% |
8709 | 2020-01-17 07:03:56 | 110.35 | 97% |