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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13099 | 2023-01-26 10:30:42 | 78.02 | 98% |
7617 | 2022-11-24 07:39:08 | 70.52 | 96% |
6903 | 2022-11-17 17:00:01 | 68.63 | 96% |
2824 | 2022-10-06 12:02:37 | 59.95 | 96% |
2771 | 2022-10-06 07:27:36 | 55.64 | 96% |