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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21030 | 2022-06-17 13:29:32 | 127.86 | 98% |
20876 | 2022-06-17 05:55:51 | 121.32 | 98% |
16964 | 2021-08-05 20:06:24 | 146.57 | 100% |