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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578 | 2023-05-31 20:45:48 | 87.50 | 97% |
220 | 2023-02-19 02:09:54 | 90.13 | 96% |
139 | 2023-02-14 03:08:08 | 83.83 | 96% |