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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1300 | 2022-02-21 04:03:50 | 68.98 | 97% |
1180 | 2022-02-19 08:48:29 | 64.24 | 96% |