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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40479 | 2021-03-06 14:10:33 | 156.45 | 99% |
37921 | 2020-07-13 12:00:14 | 141.65 | 98% |
34952 | 2020-02-21 14:34:03 | 148.29 | 98% |