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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8000 | 2024-01-20 03:38:31 | 106.83 | 98.4% |
7811 | 2023-12-31 01:44:28 | 107.86 | 97.2% |
7130 | 2021-11-10 17:50:10 | 113.80 | 99% |