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 |
---|---|---|---|
5895 | 2022-05-26 18:06:41 | 104.72 | 98% |
2321 | 2021-01-20 20:15:47 | 112.83 | 99% |
2076 | 2021-01-07 23:20:50 | 106.87 | 99% |