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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532 | 2019-10-25 00:24:38 | 61.70 | 99% |
230 | 2018-12-01 02:08:40 | 55.15 | 98% |