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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2694 | 2020-01-25 05:12:04 | 89.82 | 97% |
2180 | 2019-06-27 08:00:34 | 86.19 | 98% |
449 | 2019-03-18 06:41:55 | 77.99 | 97% |