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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1805 | 2022-07-10 06:15:00 | 83.70 | 97% |
696 | 2022-02-09 04:47:42 | 82.18 | 96% |