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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1210 | 2022-03-20 19:03:08 | 109.64 | 99% |
783 | 2022-02-15 22:24:01 | 97.46 | 98% |
282 | 2021-08-07 07:28:57 | 85.39 | 98% |