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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3047 | 2022-10-16 16:39:04 | 114.54 | 99% |
2040 | 2021-12-16 01:11:53 | 112.28 | 99% |
1246 | 2021-09-09 05:01:45 | 105.45 | 99% |