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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299202 | 2021-02-13 11:14:47 | 172.95 | 97.4% |
298097 | 2021-01-24 09:49:04 | 175.97 | 99% |
296793 | 2021-01-07 11:12:30 | 176.93 | 99% |
296295 | 2020-12-29 10:53:49 | 180.55 | 99% |