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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8792 | 2019-12-30 22:20:56 | 79.08 | 98% |
81 | 2019-03-17 12:32:00 | 75.49 | 97% |