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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5970 | 2022-01-29 16:41:25 | 79.03 | 98% |
3675 | 2020-11-18 13:48:44 | 71.02 | 96% |
2017 | 2020-06-21 13:10:25 | 59.74 | 95% |