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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2675 | 2023-03-17 23:36:21 | 89.22 | 96% |
1643 | 2022-10-16 20:41:32 | 88.83 | 98% |