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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33005 | 2020-12-22 21:18:42 | 97.52 | 96% |
32998 | 2020-12-22 20:11:39 | 87.05 | 96% |
31315 | 2019-11-26 18:47:41 | 102.86 | 98% |
30295 | 2019-11-02 23:55:13 | 105.83 | 98% |