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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6458 | 2023-09-25 15:33:41 | 85.78 | 95.7% |
6368 | 2023-09-22 13:28:35 | 99.51 | 96.9% |