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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546 | 2023-11-30 00:25:52 | 127.49 | 98.3% |
359 | 2023-11-07 18:32:28 | 139.18 | 98.6% |