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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8023 | 2020-02-08 03:14:20 | 75.81 | 97% |
2277 | 2019-11-11 02:59:32 | 58.49 | 96% |