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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3414 | 2023-05-28 11:13:19 | 76.29 | 97% |
3227 | 2023-04-30 16:08:15 | 81.40 | 98% |
1876 | 2023-01-14 17:34:06 | 67.81 | 96% |