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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28082 | 2021-09-22 02:30:19 | 108.41 | 98% |
24687 | 2020-05-21 02:32:00 | 116.32 | 99% |