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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1859 | 2023-02-27 03:17:32 | 125.89 | 100% |
1798 | 2022-11-11 23:46:08 | 128.41 | 99% |