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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17697 | 2020-11-20 00:56:02 | 133.09 | 98% |
| 4786 | 2020-06-23 05:25:43 | 123.64 | 100% |
| 3835 | 2020-06-09 07:50:22 | 108.25 | 98% |