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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6245 | 2021-09-20 02:44:12 | 82.34 | 96% |
5623 | 2021-07-23 03:10:43 | 84.09 | 96% |
2967 | 2021-01-09 04:58:45 | 66.48 | 94% |