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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3999 | 2022-11-23 16:29:30 | 57.59 | 94% |
3796 | 2022-09-01 08:22:05 | 100.87 | 99% |
714 | 2021-04-04 15:24:32 | 53.21 | 95% |