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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6954 | 2023-03-15 21:59:32 | 116.20 | 97% |
1794 | 2020-03-04 07:30:43 | 118.38 | 99% |
1501 | 2019-10-29 18:25:27 | 105.86 | 96% |