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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23636 | 2019-05-19 12:48:47 | 77.01 | 96% |
| 18106 | 2018-11-12 11:04:06 | 75.85 | 97% |
| 15419 | 2018-04-27 13:12:26 | 77.70 | 97% |