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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34206 | 2021-07-24 23:19:24 | 126.21 | 99% |
27223 | 2020-03-17 16:54:18 | 116.06 | 98% |
25167 | 2019-12-20 21:22:25 | 111.20 | 99% |