Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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10843 | 2020-11-15 03:27:12 | 109.14 | 98% |
9542 | 2020-09-19 22:06:22 | 125.74 | 99% |