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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26044 | 2020-10-09 05:44:09 | 90.96 | 96% |
| 22195 | 2020-09-02 22:23:05 | 80.94 | 95% |
| 21006 | 2020-08-11 00:47:40 | 70.83 | 93% |
| 1237 | 2019-11-30 22:09:13 | 77.25 | 94% |