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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3849 | 2020-01-01 04:28:47 | 65.30 | 97% |
2316 | 2019-10-12 13:01:10 | 52.20 | 94% |