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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4503 | 2020-12-27 01:45:23 | 104.35 | 98% |
2885 | 2020-11-24 03:05:07 | 99.95 | 97% |