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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12808 | 2020-09-29 01:28:28 | 167.61 | 100% |
10086 | 2020-03-16 17:29:07 | 151.49 | 98% |
7021 | 2019-11-01 22:30:58 | 150.88 | 99% |
6640 | 2019-10-21 20:10:40 | 162.92 | 99% |