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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6295 | 2022-03-12 07:57:03 | 76.15 | 98% |
6283 | 2022-03-11 16:47:33 | 70.25 | 96% |
6192 | 2022-03-10 05:33:57 | 69.35 | 97% |
4788 | 2021-09-11 13:33:11 | 72.03 | 98% |
90 | 2020-02-08 06:38:55 | 61.20 | 98% |