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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27235 | 2022-08-30 08:42:05 | 102.12 | 98% |
26621 | 2022-06-10 13:30:24 | 109.32 | 99% |
26461 | 2022-05-18 11:51:48 | 105.10 | 98% |
22598 | 2021-06-09 07:42:23 | 91.22 | 97% |
21285 | 2020-04-01 20:10:19 | 93.59 | 99% |