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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14950 | 2018-09-26 20:15:32 | 92.26 | 97% |
| 14136 | 2018-09-10 00:00:13 | 83.35 | 98% |
| 12109 | 2018-08-04 15:39:49 | 88.30 | 99% |
| 10877 | 2018-07-22 11:47:05 | 81.29 | 97% |